"No, this is my regular outfit, because I promised to honor the customs of my people and I can't really go back now. My ritual outfit is this." she drops a large pouch on the table. It appears to have some sort of paste inside.
"I need to paint lines on myself and even with a long brush I can't get a good angle on my back hips. If you help me get this gunk on you can come. Oh, and I'm not allowed to wear shoes so I use this medicinal paste for my hooves. It seems to be working." Willa's feet are indeed still shiny and healthy.