Eavhen looks at the ensemble set before her and feels something roil within her.
“No?” Josephine repeats, obviously startled. “Inquisitor, it’s important that we show a united-”
“I understand that, and we’ll come up with something that fits, but…” Eavhen takes a breath and straightens her spine. She’s postured enough by now. “I go as the leader of the Inquisition, of course. But I also will not go to Halamshiral and let them forget that I am Dalish and proud.”
Painting the rest of her body to match her vallaslin may be a bit overdramatic, but she thinks she’s allowed that much by now.