Joelle visits Gately, abiding (p. 854)
the apparently real nondream Joelle van D. is leaning over the bed’s crib-railing, wetting Gately’s big forehead and horror-rounded lips with a cool cloth, wearing sweatpants and a sort of loose brocaded hulpil whose lavender almost matches the selvage on her clean veil. […] Her veil this morning has a springy light-purple around the border, and the hair framing the veil seems a darker red, duskier, than when she’d first come into the House and refused meat.
Context
The veil gone domestic: it has a border color, it coordinates with the hulpil, it's "clean" the way laundry is clean — U.H.I.D.'s sacrament rendered as a wardrobe item with upkeep. ("[H]ulpil" as the text has it.)