Solomon grumbled wordlessly at the idea of asking Shudder for further help, though as a practical matter there was really no choice. He abandoned the search and moved to his clothes to dress, not precisely lingering but not hurrying in his dressing so as to give Raine as much opportunity to watch him as he'd had to watch her.

"I am," he admitted, but since that wasn't an option quite yet he instead bound it in a tight plait--it was long enough for that, unfortunately. He glanced at Raine. "If you'd like to stay in the dressing-gown, I can take your clothes down to be washed and then return to keep you company."

He spoke innocently. Of course he did.