[Poggio]

He leaned intowards the ear and whispered in sweet breathes. "<It comes off.>" He could feel the boy faltering and the soft mumbling wondering if it was easier to hike up, when there was a firm no. Shaking his head he broke away twisting in the dress. "Well it fits, perhaps could use a wash." Silently he let something else catch his attention and held the shirt to Zosa's chest.