[Though sightless in his own stead, Illarion's omen clearly bestows what she sees to him. It is enough, evidently, that Illarion is able to perceive his appearance.

And enough still that he is flustered once more, green blush just hinting on his face. If one did not know him, they'd think him ill.]

You are ever kind in your words, my friend. And me, ever gracious.

I cannot think of an occasion for them, but... I suppose that I am glad that I was gifted the suit. Would you share with me what she gave you as well?