"Ah.."

That question seems to take her aback, no matter how simple it is. The girl's gaze slides from him over to the clothes, and she ends up looking a little sheepish by the time she looks back at Feanor.

"Well, I haven't picked anything yet.." But she'd feel bad asking for help. Surely everyone must be busy with preparing themselves for the mission.. How could she ask them to sacrifice their time for her instead then? "I'm not sure what would suit me.. B-But I'll probably figure it out!"