"Understood."

Blai's room has an elevated bed with a ladder leading up to it over a desk. The bed has a pillow and sheets and a blanket. It has a window which is covered. There are more of the lightning-y holes in the wall.

"Don't uncover the window until sunrise, we'll tell you when you can. This switch" he flips it demonstratively "turns the light on and off, please leave it off when you're not in the room. You'd normally have to wash the sheets at some point, but there's a machine for that and someone can show you how to use it, you won't need to scrub them by hand."

"Good, I never actually learned how to do that." Armor: off. It's a slightly laborious process.

"Do you need a hand?"

"Are you trained to assist in removing armor?"

"No, but if there's something I should hold still, or pull in a specific direction, I could probably do that."

"No need." Mail off. Gambeson off.

Chris makes a face.

"Thaaaaat needs washing. Do you know if it's delicate?"

"...if it rips in the process I can repair it with magic."

"Okay! Let's rustle up some spare clothing so you can get your clothes in the wash! Uh, we have a cultural norm where people are usually supposed to cover their genitals and their rear and women are also supposed to cover their chests, so we don't want you to just be naked in the laundry room. And we have a machine for drying clothes, but that machine can damage more clothing than the washing machine – not just tears, sometimes they shrink – so you might want to hang up your clothes to dry."

"All right. I do not have my own spare clothes, this is my only civilian outfit."

"Makes sense. People pack several changes of clothes, we should be able to buy something your size off someone. I'll make a post about it. In the meantime you could borrow some of mine but it's not going to fit very well."

"A post?"