Joscelin finishes adjusting the hem of his cotte and looks over at Stark. He’s in surprisingly excellent shape for a man his age, scar and all. “You’re wearing it wrong,” he replies, simply.

“The shirt is an undergarment. It isn’t meant to be worn on its own. The tunic is worn over, more tightly fitted.”

He grins and drops his voice, “It was quite fashionable to dress this way in the 1370s. I speak from experience.”