Jean-Sal smiled and kissed Oliver. getting to his feet and going to a small drawer where he kept random things. He rifled through it, finding the things Oliver requested for and then leaving the tent. He went to the showers, avoiding anyone that might still be milling around the camp. He didn't feel much like explaining his bruises, not just yet.

He quickly showered and returned to his tent, naked and carrying his dirtied clothes. He found Oliver working on fixing his fiddle and smiled at him, going to where he kept his clothes. "Thank you so much, Ollie," he said, rifling through the basket and finding his work pants, laced white top and another jacket, this one made of wool and dyed red. He got into these clothes and joined the man, ruffling his hair up slightly. "You always look so immaculate," he commented, untying the ribbon from around his neck.