Aah, no... Is he throwing too much at her all at once? Should he have... staggered things?

But he wanted to so badly. She lived and died in that same old kimono and she never complained, was cheerful and loving well and truly past the point where he had any right to expect her to be. Once or twice he'd thought about telling her everything about himself, about proving it, taking her back to the capital, reclaiming his position as general, as priest, using the attendant power to make her comfortable... but he never had. So he'd lost the chance, and now he couldn't even tell her anything about herself, her life... it was an exquisitely piercing punishment for one who'd thought himself well past the point of noticing his pain.

So, perhaps he was overcompensating a bit... and perhaps he was right to start off with one dress, not a whole wardrobe.

"Just, this way, we only have to wash your clothes half as much! So we'll have more time for prayers or having fun or gardening."