Luitwin had since moved to gathered towels to set at the bath's edge, both set neat and folded. A small square for the face, to dry separate from one's body, as per Herzen habit. He took a seat not too far at a table stacked with empty washbasins, stepping around tall pitchers. Hands smoothed down his robes over himself, legs shut tight and fingers tied in his lap. The monk didn't have to raise his voice to be heard over little else than the sound of water hitting Ardnt's sides. "Not many of our laboring force do, and neither do our sailors as you've seen. These are.. a part of an older garb. We offer our patients simple trousers, they're easier to remove and come in one piece." Luitwin let out a breath of a laugh, "You ought to see the nobility, a monk's hose are dark, modest, colorless. The rich like to line theirs with embroidery, and sometimes a leg of different color. I can't say that I'd be willing to try, I've been wearing these for most of my life now, replacements are identical."<br/><br/>He frowned when his request to manage Ardnt's hair was turned down. All matters of personal taste aside, that part of him that wished to make their patients most presentable to the abbot wished the man would let him cut it already. Luitwin could hardly see why Ardnt even kept it as it was, with how inconvenient it seemed. He didn't look like the kind of man who prided himself on his outward appearance, he had a good face and took care of himself for a foreigner at his age, but he was no Herzen.<br/><br/>When Ardnt stepped out to dry, looking over the robes seemingly unknown to him, the monk hurriedly trotted over. "Our top robes aren't too necessary, these stone rooms get quite cool at night though you can imagine." Ardnt seemed to be able to manage his trousers and tunic just fine, but Luitwin guided the black coat around him, hands guiding down his chest as he leaned to fasten the numerous buttons that lined the front. "Is it so much for you? I would assume Alriah's people used to layers, the weather seems so unforgiving there... But come to think of it, you arrived on that ship with little, didn't you?" Luitwin made sure he was looking when he helped with the sash, showing him how to fold it around his midsection so that one end hung down over the thigh, identical to his own. The practiced motion made the fact he dressed himself this way for a couple decades now obvious. "You don't have to wear it, but you should still take it. It'll be useful at night anyway, our blankets are rather thin." Luitwin folded the heavy grey robe in Ardnt's arms. "You should have a short walk around the cloister, I'll be out with you soon and we can go see the abbot.<br/><br/>Luitwin was more diligent cleaning up the evidence of their visit to the balneary than he was on board someone else's ship, driven by routine to leave every room of their monastery the way he entered. The old sailors linens were set in a tall wooden hamper for incineration with the rest of the brothers' used or empty toiletries, torn rags, and other burnable waste that was tossed over this past week. Their sponge was thoroughly rinsed and squeezed dry, set up to dry on a windowsill under the sun with dampened rags in a utilities room to the side. Water was mopped up off the stone, towels discarded for wash, and all was satisfyingly clean. His frantic eyes scanned the place for anything he might've missed, but it was all well and good.<br/><br/>He watched his step as he walked into the inner cloister, slowly descending down the shallow stairs into the abbey's garden. Cobbled walkways stretched across its center on all sides, benches of cut rock bordered the walls. It was simple, a few small trees trimmed so that they wouldn't spill over the paths, a dauntingly large cabinet of sorts cast it's shadow on the grass, various herbs, roots and fungi lining the shelves behind glass doors. And surrounding that, pots of plants that couldn't fit. It was a comforting place, beautiful and compact compared to the spacious dark rooms with acoustics that made even the smallest of whispers heard by all. Their inner cloister was a place of privacy outside the small rooms which they slept.<br/><br/>The monk slowed to stroll aside Ardnt, stopping just long enough to enjoy himself, being back home, especially with the knowledge that he might very well be leaving it for good. "Perhaps it's not as sentimental for you, but I'm sure you'll appreciate a little warmth here in due time, if you don't already." He breathed in heavily, the air clean and the smell of growing remedies emanating from the shelves. "The sea has it's charm too, but it's also such a cruel thing... The plants won't drag you out into the cold." Luitwin joked, breath hitched in soft laughter.<br/><br/>"Come, I'll show you to the abbot so you can finally get off your feet... Unless you prefer to stand, I could always have you do an acolyte's chores, early." A part of him was at peace long enough to forget whatever spite he had for the man, a gentle hand touching Ardnt's arm as he ushered them along. Father Romuald was reading through his work as always, when not governing the monks during their literature sessions. He took his time to stand, stretching those old bones and stepping around his writing desk.<br/><br/>"This is our new patient, our gerettet." He bowed his head and mumbled a soft prayer in holy tongue, before rising to meet eyes. "I need to say little, I'm sure Brother Folke would have you well informed, and I trust that you are behaved and intelligent." His tone was sure, but his eyes said otherwise, looking the man up and down as if to search for faults. Sure enough Ardnt was a man of Alriah, the heretics. He could not argue, any man Luitwin brought to him he could trust was keen on change, capable of adapting to a true life, a good life.<br/><br/>Romuald eased his way back into his seat, uttering a sound of relief as his limbs sank into the cushions. "It's no use to me either to plan out a month's worth of duties, I'm sure you'll be set on your way tomorrow with whatever they see fit. But I had no intentions of setting up long term accommodations when you'll surely be leaving soon. Folke will be responsible for you then." Luitwin had been standing aside, quiet and polite the whole time as the abbot stared down Ardnt for inspection, but couldn't help but lift his eyes in surprise on that last note. "... You signed off?" He wasn't smiling despite the ping of joy, likely just caught up in the fact that Father Romuald so readily promoted him. Of course, Luitwin still expected it, but the reality of his promotion was still very exciting. The abbot nodded once, twice, "What did you think I was doing  when you walked in? There's no reason to keep you here. You should see me in the morning about it, I'll have much to tell you then."<br/><br/>A pause. "That is all. Welcome to Sigismund. Gott segne dich, Ardnt." He peered at whatever note lie in that mass of papers to read off the gerettet's name, a remedy for his cloudy memory.<br/><br/>Luitwin didn't want to stall or occupy too much of the father's time, shutting the door on their way out. He couldn't guess how much time had passed, but they still had much left in the day despite both not being required to work til the next. As he walked with Ardnt, aimless, he asked "What would you do with your time now then? I don't imagine you'd like to lay in bed for the rest of it. Having you restless like before around other patients is bad for their health. I don't know what else to show you, or just what would interest you." They had little in the ways of entertainment, he didn't know what Alrians did for fun... and honestly, Luitwin was quite positive he didn't want to ask.