[She was right, of course. Jakob could very probably kill everything that stood in their way on his own.

Probably.]

They are, [Felicia said after a moment, looking own at her own skirt a little uneasily.] They seem like they might not cover enough...but they're easy enough to move around in, too. I wonder, though...does this fabric clean up right?

[Because Felicia, even separated from her world and her role, was still a maid at heart...

A maid who wore multiple petticoats and frills in a country where the dark mages were notorious for their plunging necklines.]