[Putting on a fresh pair of clothes after all this time... they honestly feel strange. Too dry, like they're scraping at his skin. But it feels good, too, as does the fire when he opts to go sit in front of the hearth and finger-comb his hair. Not because he cares what it looks like so much as he knows better than to go to sleep with wet hair in weather like this, and combing it out will make it dry faster and more thoroughly. Dimitri continues to not speak, but he'll keep an eye on Felix even so.]
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