"Hanging out in the kitchen increases your exposure enough that I want you in normal clothes. Lemme take some measurements?" She produces a length of string from her trunk.

Yes Lucien can be so cooperative about this!

She is brisk and efficient about getting it around various parts of his person and marking the lengths with knots. And then she casts a fresh Light for him and runs off to go clothes shopping.

Lucien is discovering new things he's into at a really bewildering pace.

He looks through the atlas in more detail while Belmarniss is gone.

Golarion's continents are all on there though some of them are not in much detail and don't have any zoomed-in pages; Avistan has the most detail and there's moderate amounts of northern Garund and western Casmaron too.

Anything about the area he's in, below the surface?

Nope! It's an atlas of surface stuff.

Huh, he wonders why his captor owns it.

She's only gone for about four times as long as it takes his Light to run out this time. She hands him some silk. "There you go."

"Thank you."

"Yeah. I'm gonna go have lunch in the kitchen while you change."

Nod nod.

Off she goes.

Lucien changes.... is there underwear.

This part might be underwear?

He sure hopes so!

Belmarniss is back about fifteen minutes later. "- your cinches are done up funny, you want them like I have mine," she says, holding her sleeve near the light.

He can do his best.

"-like this??"

"Close enough."

Nod.

"Thank you."

"No problem." She pulls out a little stone case from her trunk and hands it to him. "Sewing kit."

Nod.

"Anything else before I go pick up some work?"

"No ma'am." Wait...

...Oh well it's fine, this culture is more traditional anyways.

She doesn't seem to notice. She renews the Light and she's off.