"Isn't it just?" he says, gazing fondly at the door.

Snuggle. "Well. I certainly have cause to appreciate it right now."

"Yeah." He wraps his wings around her and pets her hair.

She closes her eyes and leans against him contentedly.

It takes Izaneth half an hour to dig out the room, furnish it presentably, and add a functioning door. He comes back to report his success.

"Talyr said you could probably do clothes?"

"Oh - yeah, sure," he says, and he reaches for the wall beside the door and peels off a thin layer of stone. It comes away like paper, and then he shakes it out and it's a square of cloth, dark and shining, thin and light like silk.

"Showoff," Talyr says dryly.

Izaneth grins. "Who, me?" he asks, bundling up the cloth and tossing it to them.

Talyr catches it. "I can manage the tailoring part myself."

"What are demon garments even like when they're not just pants?"

"Sometimes there's a tunic or kilt or both in addition to the pants," says Talyr. "If you stand up for a moment I can put this on you and then you can see for yourself. Does tunic and pants sound good?"

"Anything sounds good after a month straight naked."

"Fair enough."

He wraps cloth around her and makes adjustments to its structure.

She sighs in relief.

And now she is clothed. And hugged. And escorted to her room.

It's a cozy room. Actually it's two cozy rooms; Mezeidai gets her own room with its own door, and the slightly bigger room between that and the hall has a bed for Talyr and his boyfriend(s). And the furniture is nice. Izaneth bounces proudly.

"This is lovely. You did this in that short a time?"

He grins. "I'm good at this shit."

She smooths her hand over the fabric she's wearing. "So I see."

Bounce!

"Lemme go get Kemar so you can meet him."

"Mmkay."

He goes. He gets Kemar. He comes back.

Kemar is the most overdressed demon she's seen so far - tunic and kilt and pants.

"Hey," he says softly.

"Hi. I'm Mezeidai. You must be Kemar."