He must be really strong. You, too. I'm not... really sure if I could handle that.

[ being separated from neptune and jupiter - it'd break her. she's sure of that. so she tries not to think for too long about it; she moves on, thinking as hard as she can about what kind of answer she can give.

she gives up about five seconds in. ]

Sorry? I don't... really know that much about fabric, or colors, or anything like that. [ she gives that same wan smile - the one she wishes desperately were a bit brighter right now. ] Um. Something... soft, maybe? What do you think would look nice...?

[ all the options in the world, and it's only paralyzing her. it's sad, when she thinks about it. ]