After a quick bath, Damain returned to his room with Rah and Mary walking on either side of him while William held the door open. The warmth from the bath still clung to his skin, and his dark hair remained slightly damp around his shoulders.
He looked considerably more refreshed than he had earlier, although the exhaustion in his eyes had not completely disappeared. The moment he entered, however, the sight waiting for him immediately drew a small smile from his face.
Racheal, Hazel and Ruby stood together near the enormous wardrobe, each holding up a different ceremonial robe as though they had been waiting for him to return just to begin the argument over what he should wear.
