Sabriel sips from her cup in thought. Most of her possessions are what's currently on her back; a borrowed tunic and shirt and pants, her armour hidden away, but the sword stays, as she does not like to be without it. Some things that had come from Perendale that had once been hers, but the rest was gone. There was so much at the estate, but she could not have it brought here, nor go there, sadly. Perhaps once the Warden business was attended to.

"A wardrobe would do it. I would say ask the quartermaster, but he would likely say to make it for ourselves." So many potential splinters; at least magic would be able to pull them out again, but it would still sting. "It's a shame I cannot go to Nevarra. There are likely many at my family's house." She sighs. "Though, we could fashion something similar from the stone."