"We are to have a ball, apparently." There is a slight wryness to her voice, and her brows furrow and she watches his hands unwrap the mask.

It is burnished silver, shining gold in places but darker as it folds in on itself. It covers half the face, the markings closely resembling Fate's own, but twisting off in ways that are far more fanciful, turning into leaves that edge the mask. The eye is almond shaped, the edges carefully rounded, and the nose and the mouth have almost a smirk to them.

"I'd been working on it, regardless," She admits, somewhat awkwardly, the frown deepening. "But I thought - if we are to have a ball, it is only appropriate that we have the proper accessories, so as not to tarnish the Inquisition's reputation."

(Basically, she wanted to give it to him, and is very relieved to have an excuse.)