"I do not mind in the least," he answered, voice thick with emotion - but when he drew back, his smile was there, a hand at Malik's cheek. With so many years having passed, he'd almost forgotten this face. He remembered features, but it was as if his mind had neglected to remember exactly how they came together. "I also have some spare clothing if you wish - my own outfits like you wear, though in a horrible shade of red, a dishdasha and pants. And there are some spare pieces of clothing in the Inn as well. You won't have to wear those thin things forever."

But then, he raised his left wrist to show the device beneath his hidden blade. "This, however, does not move. I am terrible at using it as yet, and tend to avoid it more than anything else."