When she hears that he's fine, Lute relaxes. The cherubs here can be even pushier than the ones she's used to, and sometimes new winners need to be told that they can say no to whatever it is the cherubs are clamoring for.

She looks over his costume again. 'I don't know what it is, but the color's good on you.'

Then Lute glances down at her own clothes. 'No, this is just me,' she tells him, There are no bloodstains on her today. Skeletons don't bleed when you destroy them. Lute stretches out her wings, then gives them a little half-flap. 'They think I look good enough already.' Deadpan.