Believe her, Lydia, Eleanor was having the same reservations herself, but Luma had insisted that her long legs deserved to be showcased and that, clearly, all that time at a religious school had made her practically prudish, and Eleanor just....didn't have it in her to put up that particular fight.

She felt the creep of her oddly green blush start to flood around the edges of her face, ducking her head but giving Lydia a grateful sort of smile. "Thanks," she said, with a self-conscious sort of tug at the hemline as if that could magically make it resemble Lydia's. "So do you, but no surprise there. How're things going?"

Considering how, recently, they'd been in this location for Liliana's awkward, terrible class so much, she couldn't help feeling some of those awkward, terrible moments washing back over her.