<em>Tegan, if you will come and sit here, hold the book as I dress myself, and we will be ready.</em><br/><br/>He patted the floor beside him, giving her a place to sit and then passing the book to her, placing her hands along the spine so that she would hold the tome closed. Once she was sitting and holding the book he stood. He moved a bit away before he summoned clothing to his body. His jeans would match hers, simple and unadorned, looking all the world to be something off a mid level rack somewhere. He made himself a button down shirt, leaving it un-tucked, but buttoned to match the convention of hiding skin.<br/><br/><em>Should I leave my hair long or should I make it shorter to blend in Tegan?</em><br/><br/>Even as he spoke sandals were drawn about his feet, covering his flesh and completing his outfit. He still stuck out with an otherworldly presence, something he would mask once he was outside of the house. Until then, he remained as he was, finally dressed and standing before her. It would normally have been a decent expenditure of his energy, but Tegan’s faith in him kept his reserve in check.<br/>