*Ciara watches Martha's motions, the way she emulated Ciara's gentle massage of her calf. Ciara remembered reading about Phantom Limb Syndrome, where a missing limb could still cause pain to it's owner. She couldn't help but idlely wonder if the tiny Herald suffered from the same affliction. Somewhat lost in thought, she almost misses Martha's offer. The thin Venture blinks twice, that certainly wasn't the questions she was expecting.
For a moment she considers declining, she didn't not want Martha to felt imposed upon. But, it would give Ciara an excuse to get out of the dress. No matter how beautiful it was, she was eager to get back into regular clothing for a while. She nods her head once, giving Martha an appreciative smile.* That is very kind of you Martha. Just let me slip back into something more comfortable, I do not wish to wrinkle your lovely gift. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I will be with you in a moment...
*She turns away from Martha, and moves back to the clothes racks. It takes Ciara a few moments to extricate herself from the elaborate dress, Ciara taking time to carefully hang the dress up alongside the other outfits. She fumbles for a few moments with the bustier, thin fingers searching behind her back for the zipper; but that too soon joins the other outfits.
She takes the silk robe from earlier, keeping her back to the Herald until she had once more wrapped the soft material around her and cinched it closed around the waist. She considers taking the heels off as well, but Martha seemed to enjoy them so; Ciara deciding to leave them on for the moment. Happily comfortable in the loose robe, Ciara turns back to Martha and waits for the Herald to situate herself on one end of the large couch.
Ciara walks slowly back to Martha; her pace the same gentle gate she normally carried herself with in Court. It was nowhere near as stressful as the runway walk she had done earlier; and it gave Martha time to make herself comfortable on the couch.
As she draws close, Ciara makes her way to the end opposite Martha and gently lowering herself down. Careful to keep the top of the robe closed with one hand, Ciara lets out a soft sigh as she lays out on the couch. It was nice to be off her feet for a while, the tall Ventrue enjoying a chance to stretch out for the moment.*