"Someone from home," he says, yanking the clothes and working to wriggle into them, zipping up the jeans on top of the underwear, already feeling more himself, even as he works to get the shirt on. He follows along, stomach rumbling and reminding himself that he hasn't eaten in ages.

"You have food, too?" he asks hopefully, because tea will only go so far. "I think the last time I ate was two days. I might have been a wolf, but I didn't want to even attempt raw meat."