They're for your legs, and you'll want the shoes when the evenings turn cool and the ground turns to mud.

[ Hum, she fixes her mouth thoughtfully, ] - It's a particular undergarment some of the women here wear. I wouldn't suggest it if anyone offers it, it will drive you quite mad. [ She looks down at her wrist. A crow, she must remember, would steal the brightest pebbles out of the garden for who knows what purpose and she laughs. ]

Maybe after we have you dressed we can find you something. [ Her hand drops, folding the dress up in that practised way mothers do by second nature. Folding by halves, tucking by quarters until it's a neatly stacked pile at the foot of the bed. ] Alright, up you get. Let us show you how to sort this out.

[ She fishes for the pile she had thrown away. Small clothes and all. Looking for the socks in particular, and laying them out when she finds them. ]