"These will do," she says with a satisfied nod.


    I can''t help but feel a bit envious of her ability to adapt so quickly, though it''s also true that she never had the pleasure of wearing a modern day shoe. I bet she would absolutely love to wear a trainer shoe.


    I nce at the shopkeeper and shake my head. "None of these are quite right for me. I''ll have to keep looking elsewhere."


    The shopkeeper looks a bit disappointed but nods understandingly. "It''s not easy to find the perfect fit, especially if you''re used to something specific." Thankfully he doesn''t bother me about my strange looking sneakers.


    We pay for Ayame''s boots and leave the shop. She looks content with her new footwear, while I can''t help but feel a bit annoyed by my own unsessful search.


    "Ready for some proper clothes now?" I ask Ayame. Sadly she no longer climbs onto my back. It was a short lived experience but a memorable one nheless.


    She nods. "Yes, l can''t wait to shed these humiliating rags."


    We head towards the nearest apparel shop, hoping to find attire that will allow us to blend in better and leave the remnants of our past behind. It''s a modest establishment with an array of garments disyed outside to entice potential customers. As we step inside, a bell chimes softly, and a young woman with a friendly smile approaches us.


    "Wee! How can I assist you today?" she asks.


    "We''re looking for some practical andfortable clothing for my new friend here," I say, gesturing to Ayame. "And I also need to find something for myself."


    The shopkeeper nods and leads us to a section filled with various types of clothing. Ayame starts browsing through the racks, her eyes carefully evaluating each item.


    "Before we start," I interject, "let''s get you some cushion for those boots. I can''t imagine wearing them without proper socks."


    Ayame raises an eyebrow but soon nods in agreement, finding no fault with my statement. "Alright, let''s get some then."


    We find a selection of wool and cotton socks. Ayame chooses two pairs of each type of socks that will provide sufficientfort for her new boots both in cold and warm weather. I also get a cotton one for myself. Satisfied, we return to the clothing section.


    Ayame picks out a few pieces, starting with a sturdy pair of trousers made from a durable fabric that allows for easy movement. She also selects a simple tunic, practical and easy to wear, and a long-sleeved shirt foryering.


    "These should do," she says, examining herself in a nearby mirror.


    I turn to the shopkeeper. "Do you have any rmendations for me? I''m looking for somethingfortable but also stylish. Oh and since the weather is so warm nowadays I would like to try some shorts as well."


    The shopkeeper nods thoughtfully and leads me to another section where a variety of clothing options are disyed.


    "For warmer weather, we have these lightweight shorts," she says, pointing to a rack filled with various styles. "And for afortable yet stylish look, I rmend these shirts. They''re made from breathable fabric, perfect for staying cool."


    I pick out a pair of shorts, long trousers and a couple of shirts, one in a deep blue and another in a crisp white. The fabric feels surprisingly soft, and I''m pleased with the quality.


    As I try on the shorts and shirts, Ayame continues to browse through the clothing. She adds a leather vest to her collection, which fits snugly and offers a bit of extra protection without restricting her movement. She also picks up a practical belt with several pouches for carrying small items and a lightweight cloak for cooler evenings.


    With our selections made, we head to the counter to pay. The shopkeeper tallies up our purchases and offers a warm smile as we hand over our coins.


    "I hope these serve you well," she says. "Safe travels to both of you."


    We thank her and step out of the store, feeling much more prepared for the road ahead. Ayame looks more at ease now that she has proper clothing and footwear, and I feel a sense of satisfaction knowing we''re both at least somewhat equipped for whatever challenges we might face.


    "Ready to get some food now?" I ask, ncing at Ayame.


    "Yes."


    We head down the busy street, the sound of bustling activity all around us.


    I decide to speak up, "we must enjoy avish feast, as we have multiple things to celebrate. Your freedom after a year of captivity, me finding my firstpanion, the amazing financial deal I struck with the GHT, your shedding of those dehumanizing sacks of clothes, your first meal where you get to decide what you wish to eat in a year, my arrival in this lovelynd, and much more."


    Ayame smiles faintly, clearly touched by my enthusiasm. "You''re right. We do have a lot to celebrate."


    We settle on a cozy-looking tavern with a sign that reads "The Hungry Hawk." The aroma of roasting meat and freshly baked bread draws us inside. The interior is warm and weing, with wooden tables and benches filled with patrons enjoying hearty meals and lively conversation.


    We find a table near the window, and a waitress quickly approaches us with a friendly smile on her face. "Wee to The Hungry Hawk. How can I assist you today?"


    "We''ll start with some drinks. A two big mugs of fresh, cold water please," I say. Ayame nods in agreement. We shouldn''t drink alcohol when the day is still young.


    "And for food?" the waitress asks, jotting down our drink order.


    "I''ll have whatever your special is," Ayame says confidently.


    "I''ll have the same, make sure they are big portions. Mypanion needs to gain some flesh on her bones" I add.


    The waitress nods energetically and disappears into the kitchen. We sit infortable silence for a moment, taking in the atmosphere.


    Ayame breaks the silence. "Thank you for today. It feels good to have proper clothing and boots. It''s been a long time since I felt thisfortable."


    I smile. "You are more than wee."


    Our drinks arrive, and we clink our mugs together before taking a hearty sip. The water is surprisingly refreshing, and I can feel some of the tension from the day easing away as I rest in thefort of the dining chair. I nce at Ayame and I can''t help but think how different she acts from what I would expect from a ve in her position.


    In the novels I''ve read, when the hero buys a ve and treats her with the bare minimum of respect, they can''t believe the hero''s kindness.