Lazarus nods his head without asking me why. He gets up, stretching his long body as he does. I hold the blankets to my chest, very conscious of the fact that I am lacking clothing. I look longingly at the black wooden chest containing the little that I've been given to wear since coming here and cringe. I really need to ask Lazarus if some of my belongings can be collected if he is going to insist on keeping me here. As Lazarus moves away from my little bed on the floor, I reach for the chest of clothes.
"Don't bother with those rags." Lazarus says as he disappears into his walk-in-cupboard and then reappears with a soft pink robe that he tosses to me.
My brows frown together, "What would you have me wear then?" I ask curiously, quickly slipping into the silk material.
"Come find out.
