Don't pay attention to his back when he shrugs, then, Dove. It's dangerous-

"Couldn't sleep any longer." Maybe if he'd actually taken the bed, he might have slept more, but no. Arm chairs aren't that great, apparently.

There's a faint shift in how all those scars look, once he pulls another of those loose thin tank tops on. Sort of smoothing out, or blending them with the rest of his skin. Now that she's seen them she probably could pick them out, but someone else?

".... Did they send any clothes with you?" Zaveid stares at his own wardrobe like, wait, I forgot something.