If she wasn't in her sleeping gown, she would remove the cloak from her shoulders. However, she had learned during her travels that people outside of elven lands seemed to take offense to seeing people's bare shoulders. Though it does occur to her that she had already seen him sky clad this morning. Since Mistwood is now her home as well, it wouldn't hurt to keep her ways. She brings the cloak around her elbows, revealing lightly tanned flawless skin. "We can make that one and the same. Tell me, you have some of the features found amongst my kind. Do you have an elf in your family? Pardon my curiosity, but in what form where you born?"