[Other techniques that would have worked well: reminding him. He's unused to having someone so dependent on him, but he's not deliberately neglectful.

Accidentally neglectful, well -- her comment about the paths freezes his expression for a moment. He folds the red dress over his arm, and turns toward her, face still distant and stony as he gives her a quick, evaluative glance. She'd wear a small, he thinks, and pulls out another of the blue-patterned dresses from the window to add to the pile. He holds them out to her.]

I don't think they sell shoes here, but we can stop for those next. There's a changing area at the back to see how these look on you.

[He indicates the signs just visible over several more racks of summery blouses and jewelry, and adds, his gaze flicking to her face:]

Please put one on before we leave the store. I'll look for something work appropriate for you while you do.

[It's the first time he's given her a direct order, but he brushes away the discomfort it leaves in its wake. He doesn't want to be the type of god who doesn't respect his shinki's autonomy.

But, also: if she doesn't put some more appropriate clothes on, he's going home.]