The remnants of the silver shield flowed around her, circling her body and wrapping itself around her until it resembled a blood-red
greatcoat. This one fit better, and was more fashionable, than the gloves she had attempted to make earlier.
As for Will's mind, it was...a mixture. A little bit confused, thanks to it's lack of sensory input, but still somewhat feeling accomplished and satisfied. As she brushed her hands over the fabric, she got flashes of...curiosity? A couple shivers of contentment?
Miriam? What's going on? I heard dancing and then...shouting... the still somewhat disoriented coat asked her.