Since her return from Emprise du Lion, Christine has slowly been growing accustomed to being touched, and she finds she enjoys it. For far too long she's been touch starved, desiring something that as a mage, she knew would be rare outside a Circle. But on First Day she danced merrily around the bonfire with plenty of people who had no problems with her at all. It's given her hope for the future, if when this is all over the new Divine doesn't shove all mages back into their Towers. She smiles brightly at Krem's kiss, and quickly takes the offered seat, hands folded in her lap until she's handed the package.

"Oh, merci!" she exclaims once the wrapping is opened to reveal the lovely dress. "I do love blue so." Her eyes are a blue-gray, and as she holds the fabric up under her chin, her eyes seem to shine a little brighter. "I must find an occasion to wear it! It cannot sit hidden away. It must be seen. Now I wish Skyhold had reason for a ball. Perhaps Ambassador Montilyet can think of something to impress the nobles who give the Inquisition funds."