I imagine, then, that this tear is a result from meeting that same unpleasant individual.

[ It doesn't answer the question of ancestry, but she is at least aware, now, of who he refers to. Cautiously, she moves a hand to touch the shirt in question. ]

It...wouldn't be accomplished through magic, no, as that is a thing I have no power over, much less an assurance of any existence thereof. But through the same methods by which I made my dress, we could weave some material to properly close this garish void present in it.