Without a mirror, Clara adjusted her clothes herself. The outfit was too plain; she needed to find some dye.
As Clara stepped out, in the courtyard, Thomas, who was playing with arrows, felt his eyes dazzled for a moment. Then, he saw flowers blooming in front of him. Clara looked so fair, so bright, so beautiful! Thomas was somewhat stunned, staring at Clara foolishly, with a silly smile.
Mateo patted Thomas's head, quickly walked over, and pulled Clara into the house. "Cla! Maybe you shouldn't wear these clothes outside."
But the clothes were already on, why not wear them? Clara blinked, puzzled.
"Cough... then change inside the house. When we go out, let's wear animal skins," Mateo looked at Clara's simple outfit, finding it attractive, so if males in other tribes see her like that may try to kidnapping her. She had to cover her beauty.