Iestyn dressed quickly and clumsily, and felt a bit of relief once he was dressed again. Having been forced to the naked so long in the dungeon, he didn't even like sleeping naked these days. He stuffed his feet into his slipper boots and stood with his shoulders hunched in his hoodie, hood pulled up.
"I don't know what to do," he mumbled, but at least he wasn't sobbing anymore. He wiped his nose on his sleeve and sniffed.