In the past, Sybelle had only worn makeup for performances ; there was hardly any other occasion to do so. After her parents died, she needed help even to bathe and dress, so it hadn't exactly been a priority. After Armand and Benji had chosen an outfit and dressed her for their outing tonight, Sybelle tilting her head and looking quizzically at them, she'd sat at her vanity table and looked through her long neglected powders and eyeshadows, fiddling with one of her brushes. Why not ? Benji seemed to understand she needed some kind of push for it as he suggested he does it for her. She nodded and smiled, relishing into the soft touch and giggling as he powdered her face. Was Benji any competent with this ? Maybe not, but this was fun, and surely Armand could give some pointers. She didn't care much about the way she looked anyway, just liked the ritual of being made pretty by the ones she loved, the fun of choosing colors together and coordinating their outfits. It felt like love, it felt like being kind to each other's body.