[Oh, goodness. Someone is having a hard time, aren't they? Ruffled hair, roughed up hands, rumpled clothes, clear signs of distress and discomfort, as he talks to himself and compares clothing..... How could he possibly ignore a poor little fledgling in need like this? Rook breaks away from the racks, carrying his own finds as he approaches.]
Dress me up, adore me
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