Miriam tittered. "Cover yourself? Oh, goodness, no! That's too crude a solution for your problem, and you're most certainly right about too many being a distraction. I was thinking of something more delicate—highlight you, not bury you in gorgeous things."

"Now, I've a friend in Cepheus. You wouldn't happen to have—oh, silly me," she self-chastised, lightly smacking a paw against her head. "Of course you haven't the pleasure to be there. A wonderful place. Anyway, Mimosa's their name. They're what is called a tailor: a crafter of beautiful apparel."

"You see, this lovely piece here is their work." Claws swept down to showcase her cloak, and if that wasn't enough, the tatzelwurm swayed and slithered in a contained circle to display every angle of it. The golden exterior flapped about, glittering under the cave lights, but also showed off its warm, contrasting interior. "I hazard if anyone could make something wearable out of your stone and complete your attire, it'd be them. We simply would have to visit and provide them with any additional materials they might require. And you could see the Palace too while we wait on them! Many pretty sights to admire there."