Once her clothes had dried out from the rescue attempt and sealing the rift, Araceli's been dressed more or less as she'd been the whole voyage. But Norrington was in Rivain before so it shouldn't come as a surprise that heat and humidity don't seem to bother her at all unless her notes turn to mulch.

"If you collapse, Ser Norrington," her voice is dry as she rises up on her toes stretching out an ache from fighting, "I am sadly ill-suited to carrying you and your armour back. Our resident cats would at least have to put up a fight for their cooked Templar supper."

She's teasing but no, really, are you actually able to go in all your armour in the heat because look at her and look at you she can't do physical support if anything happens outside of making a valiant attempt.