Kell considered, feeling the brush of anxiousness and indecision through their link, though he didn't comment on it aloud. Instead he ran one hand down her back, thinking it over.

"There would be nothing wrong with coming as you are," Kell answered. "But if you want to look more like a native of Arnes-" and to keep suspicious eyes off of her, "I know of an excellent tailor. Her name is Calla, she speaks Royal-"

Kell cut off, searching for the word. "Our shared language, and would take good care of you. She also does not ask very many questions."

Valuable, when one constantly acquired suspicious bloodstains.