It was sometimes hard to figure out how to cope with the grieving. Everyone acted so differently with it.
Mari shrugged a little, she had to be strong for her sister and father, after all. "Hm, that's good. You know I always like to switch dresses with you," she offered in a lighter tone.
"... So ah... I... guess father is probably going to be keeping a sharp eye on the men here, even if I think most of them probably won't meet up to his rather high standards."
