There might have been some scarves in one of her drawers, but Jaskier seems to solve his own problem before she can offer her own. She watches him with her lower lip caught between her teeth, all eager anticipation. Obviously she knows what, in general, he has in mind. And she trusts him entirely, more than enough to allow him to do it. To be excited at the thought.

Nadine thinks he intends to make use of a belt or pillowcases or something like that. She doesn't expect what he does. But her eyes brighten in surprised delight as she watches the lengths of plants grow. Here, in her bedroom, there's already a plethora of plant life. Flowers for decoration, herbs and other medicinal flora grown for use at work, strange things she's bought in Nocwich and is still experimenting with. Thin vines with flowers and strange little fruits crawl up the window. There is greenery all around. Even the bedclothes have a pattern of flowers. It...fits, in a way.

"Not too strange at all."

She flexes her wrists as the vines curl around her, testing the snugness. She's not about to slip out of them but they aren't constricting. There's a give to them.

Maybe it should be strange, but it doesn't seem it. It's dramatic and appealing and she thinks that she must make a striking image, stretched out pale and naked and wreathed in green.

"And not too tight."