"That's cotton?" By the Thirteen, the weavers in the young master's home must be on another level. Arche tugs at her own linen clothes a bit self-consciously, desperately wanting them clean; the pond has to be here soon, no? "Are you quite alright in this heat? I know it doesn't currently look it but I did experience some fortune in death - these are for deserts. When they're dry, at least."

That feeling when your author is Japanese, your native culture is Legally Not Roman, but your native environment is a godforsaken desert.