Is tailoring a sign of not being okay? Wrathion lofts a bewildered eyebrow.

"Yes," he replies. "It happens to be snowing outside, and I don't enjoy the cold. I decided to solve that problem."

Seems like a sensible enough idea to Wrathion. He studies Marcos curiously a moment longer, then sets aside the bundle of fabric after a moment. It seems like he may need to potentially get up.

"Not that I don't appreciate the concern," he adds, "but I was unaware enforced tailoring was a risk."