They definitely do have to get her new clothes. Which... will be weird. It was weird for Rowan, even if he used regular clothes back in the day when he was a renegade scythe. But he never thought of the clothes as his, as anything other than a different uniform for a different kind of job. Here, it's another matter entirely. They will have to buy several pieces of clothing for Citra, stuff that will go in a closet, so that one day she'll open the door and have to decide what to wear. Like a regular person.

There's so much she's going to have to go through. But at least she won't do it alone. Not like Rowan did.

He quirks his mouth in a grin, also feeling a tinge of heat on his cheeks from her sweet words. They're barely anything at all, but he understands the full meaning behind it. Or thinks he does.

"I think the packet of information is supposed to be the welcome. Everyone pointed me to it and some tried to help. But people are... different here. Some of them."

He notes the stares and, with pursed lips, he leans in to murmur to her. "I know you're not bothered," Rowans says, "but it could be worse. I showed up in a revival center gown. In the snow."

There, laugh at his expense Citra.