Jade has to smile at that burst of excitement. "Oh good," he says. "I was worried you wouldn't."

He straightens up properly again, secretly glad that Shinjirou hadn't slammed their foreheads together when he had woken. "I've picked out some clothes for you." He nods at his own bed, where a neat stack of clothes lay waiting: a button down shirt and some long pants. "You might need to roll up the pants, but they should fit. More or less."

At the sound of voices, Irvin pads over to the bedroom, ears pricked up inquisitively. Well-trained, he stops by the doorway, pacing restlessly and casting longing glances into the room.