The coin means nothing to her; it looks like a large quarter, maybe, a dull dark silver that could be any number of alloys; she has no idea how much it's actually worth. The seller seems happy enough to take it, which makes her wonder if maybe they're overpaying her, but she doesn't know the culture well enough to feel confident haggling, and besides, if the way some of the other townspeople have treated Eskel is any indication, this might be the warmest reception they're going to get for a while.

Sighing, shooting him a look under lowered brows, she hands the coin to the woman and takes the shirt with the blue and red flowers embroidered along the collar, a red cord cinching up the neckline so it won't gape off her shoulders.

"Thank you," she tells the woman, folding the shirt over her arm.

Waiting until they're slightly out of earshot, she sighs and elbows him in the side. "I'm going to pay you back for this."