A little helplessly, Scipio looks at the shirt. His free hand has become less free, as it is engaged in the present business of keeping his cloaks pinched closed, holding in all the warmth possible.

"But I only have this one shirt." Genuine scolding is worse than cold. No, that isn't true: the only thing worse than cold is shirtless cold. Only a few months here in Skyhold, and already his skin has turned to icy white, as if he is becoming frozen. "You cannot stitch it while I wear it, can you? This is what I tried, and I had Rafa try it too, but he is not so good with the needle."