If Jade weren't right about his throat being useless at the moment, he'd have snapped that he isn't stupid. Alas, it's true and he obediently does as told, sipping and swallowing only when he's absolutely sure he won't mess up. He can't tell how long it takes him to finish, but eventually he hands Jade the cup and takes the clothes.

"Ugh." Eyes squeezed shut, he freezes mid-movement. The fabric feels like sandpaper on his skin. He winces when the pant legs wrap around his scabbed knees and again when he pulls the zipper up. Somehow it's worse than his earlier confinement. This isn't supposed to hurt, he thinks, and that must be it.