There are a thousand protests he could voice; the fact the only one that escapes is an small self-deprecating laugh at the notion he's perfectly anything except awkward and guilt-stained is a testament to quite how disarmingly charming Rue can be, because disappointing them feels like a terrible crime.

And it is an excellent shade of blue.

"Well." He swallows - "If thou wilt insist." - and flashes an uncertain smile before taking the garment with a small half-bow, holding it against himself for a moment before ducking into what passes closest to private changing space here in the tent.