Jennah: Alright, Seph. Don’t hesitate to call for me if you change your mind. *Groans as she realizes that Ramiel must not have the slightest clue on dressing himself. She then grips onto the shirt and speaks in a gentle tone* Slow down, boy. You’ve got it all wrong. *pulls the shirt up so that she can get his one arm out of the collar. Soon after, she begins to guide the young boy’s arms through the sleeves before pulling the shirt all the way down* See, that’s how it’s done.