Eira gave the clothing a slightly sad look, but the expression proved to be more nostalgic than sad.

"I thought these might work. These belonged to my granddaughter. She wed last year and emptied her closets of what she termed her single clothes. Just like you. Stiff wind would blow her away."

The wools were soft and blessedly warm. April kept one of the outfits on, tucking the clothes she'd come in with into a tote along with the other two outfits.

"Much better, my dear. Now, shall we see how the young men are coming along?"

"Good idea."