"You look good in those." He says, when he's shuffled the chair around. "Much better." She'll still stand out a little-- especially since such blond hair is a rarity this far north, though not unheard of-- but not as jarringly now. Now she's just a very pretty young woman: notable but not likely to draw undue attention. Well, if she wasn't traveling with a witcher, anyway, but it couldn't be helped. "More comfortable?"