[ Mordred, meanwhile, just shrugs and starts stripping off where she is, not thinking about the potential dangers in her room, or the fact she doesn't live alone. By the time Saber comes out, she's fiddling with the ribbon, pausing only to stare at her father... and then burst into laughter. ]

Haha, see? You look better already! Isn't that way more comfortable? [ Saber's flat expression matters little, since she's more than used to negative reactions from her father. ] After this week is over, why don't I find you something similar to wear?