He gave a small sigh and a nod, supposing that the man was right but utterly feeling guilty again. He knew that he wasn't about to go out and purchase any clothing by any means. No, just like the food, it was a necessity of the moment but also a  humbling and depressing ding to that spotless morality of his. He wasn't quite sure if he could handle too many more-<br/><br/>The man grunted and stiffened as the half-breed laid hands on him. Volen didn't quite know what to make of the motions at first before he finally gave into them, or at least he lost the energy he had to fight them. He did as requsted with just a curious light to that renewing amber gaze. When Wyl got up to leave, the man refolded his stiff legs and nodded. It wasn't like he had a reason or the ability to go far on his own at the moment anyways. He felt as though he should thank him but, by the time he muddled it over in his mind, he was gone. Staring at where he last had been, he gave another sigh.<br/><br/>Volen had gone from absolutely zero interaction with any living creature, to now having what one might concider a bit of an overload all wrapped in one very rather...interesting individual. He still couldn't quite figure out Wyl. The experience so far had been bordering on surreal, as if he would suddenly awake in the morning to find some mold in the hay had made him hallucinate it all. It would have to be something particularly potent to come up with anything like the man who, despite knowing who Volen was and being what species he was, still found it acceptable to feed, free, and now clothe him.<br/><br/>His mind struggled to come up with other possibilities, such as maybe the man though cleaning him up would get him a better bounty? It was a gamble if any human kingdom would actually pay a bounty to someone like him at all, though. Still, maybe Wyl thought he could pawn the robbery off on him, but he needed to make it look like he could actually steal something instead of just wheezing and falling over? That didn't quite add up either, seeming far too much trouble.<br/><br/>Rubbing his hands over his face, Volen shook his head and then moved to settle himself back a bit in the old stall. Whatever was going on, it wasn't like he had any other choice even if there was some brilliant and nefarious backing to all his seemingly good deeds. He resigned himself to that thought, closed his eyes, and soon found himself falling back asleep. With a bit of food in his belly and that damn mask off, it was vastly easier.<br/><br/><br/>He awoke with a start when Wyl dropped the pile of clothes next to him. He fought to sit up quickly from how he'd been leaned back, but found himself a little lightheaded. The look he fixed the pile with was blank for several moments before he gazed momentarily to the man. That was...nice. Returning the rest of them. Again, Wyl just didn't make sense to him. He reached out for the pile as he uttered a soft 'thank you', hand running over it. He plucked off a gray tunic and a set of brown pants.<br/><br/>"These?" he asked, unsure. Volen wasn't much when it came in the way of fashion, nor was he choosy. Yes, he'd been dressed like a noble before but only because those were the clothes he had been given, just like his weapons and his armor. He'd been seen in the colors and fashions of what pleased the court of the kingdom at the time, but only because the Church wanted to ensure that their Champion looked that way to the people. When it came to personal preference, the man would take what was given thus why the first shirt and pair of pants he'd laid hands on were the ones pulled from the pile. The rather poor choice of colors also spoke testaments to the fact he didn't often choose his own clothing.<br/><br/>He eyed the boots. One looked like the sole was worn more, and he instantly went for those. He'd take well worn boots over new ones any day. That was, perhaps, the only preference he had and it was biased strictly for functionality. He pulled the set of boots forwards and sat it down before looking back up to him nearly as helplessly as he had before.