Aleksandra was already changing, not even watching him as he left. She had to work quickly, since she wouldn't be showing up to the feast in her usual handmaid clothing. She'd noticed the women rushing to copy her style with the utmost disgust and, though she hated to do it, she was going to wear a dress. Of course, she'd be wearing her daggers inside the sleeves and her usual hide boots, but she'd be much more formal than usual.

She washed herself quickly, making sure there were no traces of grime or blood visible on her body, then pulled on her dress and made sure her daggers were well-hidden on her arms. After that, she left the room and braided her hair on the way to the dining hall. She felt at once both too exposed and too constricted, which was why she hated dresses so much. But there was a strange, wiggly feeling in the pit of her stomach at the thought of Aulfr seeing her this way. All to soon she was striding into the dining hall, displaying herself as she made her way to Aulfr's side.

She wore a silver gown of a light, fluttering material that swished just about every time she twitched the wrong way. It was a bit small in the chest, but then again most shirts and bodices were. It hugged all of her curves and belled out at her hips. The silver color, along with the small bit of black kohl she'd managed to ring her eyelids with, made her blue-grey eyes look nearly neon. Her hair was braided in an almost artfully messy way, with the shorter pieces escaping to frame her face.

She took her place beside Aulfr, feeling the hungry stares of every man clinging to her and the jealous, burning looks of the women in the room. She murmured a greeting to Aulfr, and feeling suddenly bold, she winked at him before pointedly ignoring his and everybody's existence.