[she allows her gaze to rest on the others milling about for a few moments at a time, now, taking in what they're all wearing. then she glances down at her own robe. hm. she supposes it could be worse.

that does actually settle her a little]

...that's true. If we're all dressed like this, then it can't be helped. [she does seem a little uncertain, though. it is hard to go from being extremely covered up in silk dresses and robes to whatever this is.] A knitted thing? [she glances at her own box.] I hadn't yet opened it. Do you think we all have one?