"..." She couldn't quite repress the incredulous snort of laughter that accusation caused. Carefully, as though speaking to a child she murmured. "Simply because I am of noble blood and Orlesian does not mean that I am fashionable."

Case in point, the rather simple blue woolen kirtle she was wearing, much like those she ever wore. Practicality above all else- wearing fine silks and brocade when dealing with blood and bile was asking for trouble more often than not. For fashion they would need to lean desperately upon Vivienne's expertise. "But I am certain Vivienne would be delighted to assist and I shall see if I cannot temper her...aesthetic so it does not clash with your Temperance."