Lya was here under duress. She had received an invitation and had promptly gotten rid of the blasted thing and had spent most of her day going about things as she normally did.
Which also included pestering Will more and more often to try to poke him back to some semblance of his self on top of her daily riding, swordplay and hunting. That's what her brother needed, a good hunt, she reasoned.
And then someone had the nerve to inform her Goodsister about the lunacy of this and she had been informed (and informed harshly) that not showing up would be an insult. Instead of fighting this head on as she would've, she avoided a scene, bathed and then just to spite them all changed back into her trousers and shirt. Even though the fabrics were nice, the clothing was still the wrong gender.
But she didn't feel that charitable towards the House Martell. And it took a good deal of charity and good will for her to submit to a dress.
She stayed back against one wall, watching what she considered to be little more than madness with a wolf's eyes.