DG stood in Azkadellia's closet and shook her head. She had never seen so much chain mail in her life. DG waved her hand and ever feather turned to silk, every corset to bodice, every stiletto or boot to soft slipper, and every piece of metal disappeared. Instead, soft colors remained; elegant gowns with delicate embroidery that DG copied from Lord of the Rings. She smiled at the new, beautiful wardrobe for her sister. She turned back to the room itself, which reminded her of a dungeon. She turned every black to white, every charcoal to gold, every dark blue to soft green. She hoped Azkadellia would like it. DG was exhausted so she lay down on Azkadellia's new comfy chaise and went to sleep.
"DG…" a strong hand gently awoke her.
"Hello there," she yawned in greeting to Cain. He smiled and picked her up fireman style.
"You've been busy."
"Mmmm… Az had nothing to wear that didn't remind her of the witch. So I fixed things for her." She yawned again, this time laying her head on Cain's shoulder. He began walking back to her room, when the door to her room opened and Azkadellia and Ambrose exited.
"Hello!" Ambrose greeted them jovially, as Azkadellia took his arm. DG waved hello, or at least meant to, but his hair immediately tamed and his tattered clothes became a white uniform with gold piping that seemed to match Azkadellia perfectly. Cain kept walking, leaving Azkadellia and Ambrose exclaiming in the hallway.
"You're really good at that," He whispered and DG laughed.
"It's entertaining." Cain didn't have to open the door when he reached her room because she waved it open. He set her in bed. She was still in her day clothes, but with a snap, flannel pajamas replaced them. Cain smiled and kissed her temple.
"Goodnight, my love," He whispered in her ear.
"Goodnight," She yawned. "Are you sleeping in here tonight?"
"I think I had better not. Your father was none too happy with us this morning." DG nodded in agreement.
"How's your skin?" She asked randomly.
"I had forgotten all about it." Cain smiled. DG snapped her fingers but nothing happened. "What was that for?"
"An identical pair of pajamas to mine are waiting for you," She smiled at him and he laughed.
"If that's not cheesy, I don't know what is… I'll wake you for breakfast." He turned to leave.
"I love you, Tin Man." He turned back to her.
"I love you too, Princess."