"No. It's not that. Our robes are not dry. I hung them out in the backyard to let the sun do the work."

He couldn't tell him, he kept washing the blood off, again and again with his own hands when the machines at the laundromat don't work, being careful not to tear off the only robes they have. Eventually, he gave up and just leave it to hang dry in the backyard.

"We'll fit in. I think those clothes look fine." They're much cleaner also. "It just takes a while to get used to, especially with no sleeves to worry about or get them caught. The clothes...felt lighter somehow."