"Maybe," he said, yellow eyes still looking puzzled. It seemed nothing like any dress he had ever seen, not that the wolfmage was excessively familiar with skirts of any kind. What was its purpose? Kallian assured him it was a gown, but it seemed too... froofy to serve any real purpose. How was she supposed to walk in it? Wouldn't it get dirty the first time she wore it while chopping herbs or making her poultices?
Of course, given that the wolfmage had no concept of formalwear - and barely had a concept of clothing at all - perhaps this line of thought was inevitable.
"What is it for?" he finally asked, unable to make sums with the evidence he had been presented.