[ Caoimhe puts her hand out, and verbally sings a gentle tune. When the song is sung, the winds around her bellow warmly toward the other. Picking up parts of her dress and taking with it anything that seemed to make it unclean. There is a faint smell of the ocean as the winds carry away, like an ocean scented candle. It will not, mend the dress. This would include any areas of her body that was dirtied by mud/flowers or etc. ]
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