Time is of the essence when Hakuryuu returns from conquering Belial's dungeon with Judal. He should stop to nurse his liar's wounds shut with magic, but there's too much to do. He settles for a hot shower in their new fortress, watching as the water runs rust-brown from his ill-tended wounds. Once this is over he'll put his clothes from Belial back on, return to the work of turning the soldiers' minds to his favor, give further orders to Judal... This is the closest he'll get to rest for days, he thinks, but even now he cannot afford to stop the wheels of his mind from turning.

Judal's waiting when he opens the door, folded clothes in hand. Hakuryuu glances from them to Judal's face, confusion written plain on his own face as Judal grins.

"A change of clothes, my king." Judal presses the clothes into Hakuryuu's hands, and the cloth is almost as soft as Judal's palms. "Can't have you running around looking like a common bloodied thug in front of your new men."

"Of... Of course." Hakuryuu takes proper hold of the clothes, and Judal lets go, turning with a wave. "Wait, Judal-"

"Don't mention it. I'm gonna go get some work done on those spells you needed."