Ein smiled lightly, his ears perking just a bit, “You had wanted to get clothing for me...when?” he asked lightly, clearly the thought having just come to him. He noticed a stray weed and swiftly dealt with it, dropping the offensive plant in the bin before he stood. He stretched, the shorts slipping just a bit and brushed his hands on the shorts again as he adjusted them. His hair was still damp, and the mixture of dirt and moisture on his body and created a great mess of him.