"Ok... So, uh... uh... You." Veitaru seemed to have missed Magus's name in all the excitement. "If you consider yourself masculine, would you mind?" She gave a finger a slight twirl before pointing it in the other direction. "Turning around, please?

Turning back to Frore, "So. Gal, do you think you can handle dressing yourself or do you need some assistance. Nodding is fine." Vei attempted to make eye contact. She winced slightly, though not in Frore's visual range (yay for being short and leaning down compared to someone whose eyes are at nearly six foot), as she fetched the clothes from the beleaguered box. She held them forth. "These clothes will not fit properly, but I am ok at handling that."

((Lame post is lame, but I'm tired and this has the important bits. Will see if I can't improve later.))