The words of Gilgamesh about her clothing hit her ears with about the normal amount of pomp his words tended to. This wasn't even a matter of him not getting value this was simply an assumption of his that what he had to offer was better. "You do know I can not stay here indefinitely right? I have my own kingdom to raise, a cold weather kingdom. One does not walk around in desert clothing in Camelot, you would freeze," she said. Truly if he'd gotten rid of her original garments she'd have another stop to make on her way back, to see the great Pharaohs in Egypt and hopefully not interrupt their afternoon for a more appropriate set of clothing. Of course, with Gilgamesh's arrogance came the presentation of an entirely new wardrobe for her to choose from. He was seeming more and more like one of her siblings, trying their best to just take over some random aspect of her life they thought needed extra control. Then again, Artoria was not so very picky, surely she could find something to suit her current needs while she figured out where her actual dress ran off to? "I will have a look... I make no promises about it though," she said. Finding clothing that fit her was one thing, finding clothing she liked on her own form was an entirely different matter. She was comfortable enough in what she currently wore, but it was more like extravagant bedwear, it at least made sense. The rest of the clothes strewn across this bath didn't seem too much more covering than what she had on already. It was going to be a long bath wasn't it?
Whatever the case, after Gilgamesh exited the lass stripped down and had a wash and rinse before settling herself into the pool. She dipped her head back ran fingers through wet golden locks and relaxed. Eventually, she was in this pool her eyes turned up to the ceiling partly floating just being in the warm water. What kind of man was the King of Heroes that he took even her wardrobe choices upon himself? What did he actually expect of her? Did she like being around him? Well... that was strange, she couldn't say she disliked being around him... but she also couldn't form a hard opinion one way or another. She was likely to turn to a prune before she finally found the right answer. An hour of deep contemplation in a hot bath was about all Artoria could take before she muscled herself out. A towel around her person, another around her drying locks she stood before this clothing and began thinking through what she could wear. "Too short. Too loose. Too open. There are no underwear. Why are there no undergarments? How do these people survive without accidentally flashing each other?!" she was near outraged as she settled for what could only be considered the softest of all presented choices, only found after an hour of searching through what felt like miles of clothes. A white silk number with two arms and enough length for her to feel comfortable enough. Her arms were lightly exposed, it tied under the chest with a bit of blue that was closest to her more favored pieces. It had flowy bits of fabric that apparently needed to stop above her knee for reasons she did not understand. She wasn't even a prude, but with no underwear she was officially worried. And now she was doing something about her hair, which would not take long because she only did a single bun with that braid surrounding it. The loose pieces framing her face were enough to give it her normal bit of flair with that one little blonde lock over her head completely untamable. Whatever the case she exited her bath looking exceedingly uncomfortable, though as stunning as she always did. The exposed skin on her shoulders and back only made her long for a weapon in her hand. She felt so exposed, something she figured she likely wouldn't have felt if Gilgamesh hadn't been staring at her earlier. Sandals? Yeah, it looked like she'd be wearing the sort that wrapped her legs up in golden twine, still, the overall look wasn't terrible to her she was certain, she just felt so very different.