[Some things don't change too much--Ellyn will never have a pleasant singing voice, for instance, but...

The pyromancer is singing, quite cheerfully, if raspily, dancing around and humming to herself. She's found a dress somewhere, and even if it's the characteristic crimson she loves, it's a dress. She's practicing putting her hair up and checking her reflection in a mirror shard she'd found down in the City.]

I feel pretty, oh, so pretty, an' witty, an' gay...