[What's wrong with the outfit she arrived in? It's her very best one and she's exceptionally fond of small red flowers of the pattern. Other than, of course, the fact that it's hardly fashionable in Thedas. However that's the world's fault and no fault of the dress and petticoats, which are stubbornly lovely.

--But the rest at least lies so close to her own thoughts as to be immediately sympathetic. By Gods, she is eager to dispense with the Inquisition's clothes.]

Oh, I couldn't. [Said with all the air of 'But please, dear Alexandrie, force me to.'] I'm sure your lady is talented without compare and the fabrics gorgeous and the offer is very kind, but I'm afraid my pocket wouldn't support it. But when you have her by next you should have me over too so I can watch the whole process and look at everything so that when it can, I'll know exactly what I want.