"Good morning to you as well." The almost raspy voice of Elspeth replied, and she bowed formally at the oracle's approach. "Far be it for me to doubt a prophet, even regarding the weather." There was an almost teasing tone to her voice as she resumed her standing position. "I've grown attached to my armor, it seems. In my youth, I couldn't wait to shed the weight of such a thing at the earliest convenience. Now, I rarely find a situation comfortable to doff it. Such is my line of work, I suppose, but here's something to be said for attaining a comfort in whatever one chooses to wear. Still, the heat may be a problem, admittedly. If I looked as good as you i a dress, I may bemoan my situation."