Syrlya doesn't bother to argue he probably wouldn't feel sorry about missing out. There's too many things he misses out on in life because he has to focus on preventing the slow decline of his world. If he thought about it, he'd just get bitter.

He's only half paying attention as the attendant pulls out a different kimono and hakama, holding it against him. It's fancy, but Syrlya's robes probably look oddly ornate, so she might just be assuming he likes that. "What about this one?"