[How does she like it... what an odd question. Fashion isn't typically something she thinks about in terms of enjoyment; it's a tool to shift people's opinions of her. As an elegant princess or a rogue Shiekah minstrel, it hasn't mattered what she personally thinks of her clothing, so long as it has the intended effect.

But as she looks at herself in the mirror, the flush doesn't quite fade from her face.]

It is... different, than I am accustomed to, definitely, but... not in a bad way, I suppose.

[Forgive her, Marie, this sort of thing is difficult for her. She shrugs her shoulders a bit, watching how the garment shifts over her form.]

... I do look a rather gallant, do I not?