"Hmm," Arelia responds, thinking for a moment, "I'm normally not put into a situation where i need to fight, but if the need arises, all of my dresses have removable skirts." She explains, "I just prefer a warm dress. I may be fine with the cold, but even this weather is a bit too much for me. Besides, most of the time I fight with magic. I only use weapons if I absolutely need to. I'm not the best at close combat. That being said, in close quarters, Cerberus protects me. Like all mages, we have our limits...." 
Arelia yawns, "I'm beginning to get tired. Is there an inn around here? I did not see one. A barn will suffice as well." She says, glancing at William.