That kiss certainly did a good job of brushing aside any doubts about all this that had surfaced, which was good, because she hated second-guessing herself, and it was pretty nice, too, in the way Amaya would vehemently deny if asked about it. She arched up into Seivarden while trying to help with the matter of her own clothes, especially since Seivarden hadn't exactly been having much luck with all this so far.

And what a fine time to discover just how good her knots had gotten with the laces on her bodice.

"Oh, for crying out--" Gaining a bit of frustration herself, she pushed Seivarden back, just a little, just enough to give her enough space to twist and try to see what the problem was. Definitely a knot, the tiny little kind you practically needed tweezers or a needle to loosen.

Or a blacksmith's strength, because Amaya was definitely not going to both struggling with the knot and just twisted her fingers in the laces and pulled enough to just snap them.

Or tried to, at least, but that wasn't working either. And a few more twists and pulls made it pretty clear that hers was not exactly an outfit one could just easily slip out of, either.

"So, this is going well...." she noted with a grunt and one more failed twist-and-tug.

Well, at least she was wearing a skirt, she supposed.