Emrys felt a little better after Averill said that first bit, doing her best to distract herself from something she couldn't have changed.
"Yes, your hi- I mean- Averill. Yes Averill." She caught herself, still trying to respect the prince's request for her to refer to him casually. At the sound of getting herself a suit or formal wear, she hesitated. It was risky for her to get fitted for a suit, especially considering the person fitting her would find that her figure wasn't masculine whatsoever.
"Er- I-I very much appreciate the offer, but I... I find it more important that you look you best, versus me, a slave, looking formal." She carried the tray with her towards the door, opening it for Averill. She hated to leave the observatory, but at this rate she might end up blurting out something she couldn't cover up.

Averill stared at them, quiet for a moment while thinking about what may have them hesitate so mutch, figuring that they were only nervous as they were still new to the castle he though of a way to maby make them feel safer. He hesitated a bit before reaching out and slightly patting the head of the custom collar. "It's alright this time, but in the futur it may be best for you not to look too mutch like a low lever slave, you serve the prince after all and i can't escape the rumors, as you can tell from meeting me."

Emrys was a little surprised at the gesture, but surprisingly she didn't flinch or back away from the prince. It actually made her face slightly red as she nodded slowly to him.
Although she knew that she would stick out like a sore thumb if she was underdressed in such an event like this one. Maybe, maybe she could just wiggle her way through this one. She had to do anything but stick out, and it would be suspicious of her. She gave a soft sigh.
"I wouldn't want to... um... trouble you. This is a pretty large event after all, if this is what you would prefer, I'll do it."
Emrys didn't have a plan yet, but she was thinking she could hopefully find a suit in her size so she wouldn't have to be fitted at all, and she would just change privately. That much she could manage, right? She really hoped so.

Averill smiled and shook his head. " This woudn't be an issue for me, as long as you dont look like you escaped your chores to participate to the event i am fine with you wearing anything. If you prefer not to go through the hastle of getting it fit we could simply go into town unless you are not two small people desguised as one i am sure there will be somthing that will fit you." The prince realy didn't wanted them to feel like they were forced to wear somthing he had pick for them, but it could protect them from the more agressive guests in some situations, he had seen nobles and millitary people abuse slaves for less then that after all.

Emrys sighed, but she was smiling a little.
"I think you forget that you legally own me, and that you're Prince of Adreoles. I'm entitled to do whatever you wish." She wasn't complaining, just more or less teasing him about how lenient he was with her.
"I see your point, though. If it's not trouble, would town be fine, I just..." She grinder her teeth a little as she spoke her next words. "Being fitted makes me... nervous."
It actually wasn't a lie, Emrys disliked being fitted for things, and plus, this time she really had to hide herself for her own safety, and the safety of her plan to murder the king where he stood tonight. She still kept the blade in her boot for the moment. She'd simply go to the king and ask to speak with him, lying that Averill requested her to relay a message or whatever. Then she'd slit his throat and be done with it. Emrys would flee the castle and country before she was hunted down, and her thirst for revenge would be fulfilled.

Riften felt Amias's eyes on him, it caused his face to burn up a little. He shifted a little, somewhat enjoying the staring. The elf rubbed his wrist out of habit, embarrassment getting to him. The elf shuffled away from the flowers as the urge to pick them peaked. The elf removed his hand from his wrist when it began to feel a little raw. He had thought he cut the habit, but it seemed to return to him in his tense state of mind. Riften wondered what the other male was thinking at this point, but he was far too flustered to say anything by now.

All Riften could do in response was nod, he was beginning to start wondering why he enjoyed the staring. Usually, he would start to panic when someone looked at him for more than three seconds. Amias was kinda different, at first, yes, Riften was scared of him looking at him for too long, but over the years, he grew more trusting of the Alluri. He smiled a little, looking at his feet. Now he loved any attention he could get from Amias, it probably wasn't normal, but he was probably almost the furthest away from "Normal".

(Sorry it took so long, I got really busy.)

"oh eh, I make those mistakes all the time. Father really doesn't like me for reasons" he said with a light laugh, now anyways you can stay down here while I go and pick things up. He said grabbing a broom and sweeping around picking up stray gems on the floor.

Understanding their teasing he decided to play along and with a grin he lean closer to the custom collar, his eyes keeping this playfull gleem in them. "What can i say, it may be a mistake but i prefer to own an happy slave... But if you want me to chose what you will wear, i may as well have some fun dressing you up." After those words his grin morphed into a soft smile, showing that he wasn't being serious. It was surprising to him how easy it was to be himself around Yerik, usualy it felt out of place and he was never sure how to act around people. "The town it is then, nobody should be trying to fit you there, well, not unless they get payed first but i belive that wont be necessary."

Lidia exited the closet, struggling with the last button. The rest was easy; her fingers just grew itchy. "It fits perfectly, but can you help with this last button?", She mumbled, still trying to fix her button. Lidia let out a sigh, giving up and dropping her hands to her sides in defeat.

The girl's face seemed to redden a little at the prince returning her slight teasing, and cleared her throat to rid herself of the red tint in her cheeks. She felt so silly being all flustered over something as small as teasing. She thought she had been over her childish blushing, but apparently she had been wrong.
"Your highness, like I said before, I will wear what you see if suitable for the celebration this evening." Emrys replied curtly, emphasizing his title as if to very slightly mock him. The alluri watched his little grin turn into a softer smile. She felt almost mad that he had made her get all worked up when he wasn't even serious!
"I... Let's get going then, I wouldn't want to waste time that we could be spending preparing you for the event."