"Thank you." Avitus stepped over to quietly collect his own clothing, keeping his wings around himself the whole time. He really wasn't used to wearing so little in front of anyone, and he wasn't about to give even the little fairies anything like a show.

By the time Blackquill came back out of the bathroom, he was pretty much entirely dressed again, having wasted no time. Still tying his sash, and his hair was still loose, but he was dressed. Looks like he'd dumped the nightgown on the bed.

And he was a lot better composed again, too, even if he did keep giving the little troublemakers upset looks.