"Thank you," he said again and stood up himself. He made his way back to the hall. His gaze was caught by the riddled and destroyed roof again. Staring was all he could do. In his memories the mansion was a place of beauty and graze. There was nothing left of it.
He slowly climbed upstairs. One step at a time, glancing upwards again and again. Clothes were easily found and now he could see the marks of time and lack of wealth. Where he would have bought a new wardrobe, the old one had been patched. But at least, it wasn't ripped apart like the house was. He found the most decent clothes and a morning robe.
He left the clothes behind and simply shrugged on the robe. There was no one around other than his wife who must have already seen him in the most indecent of states. The thought of it left a heated prickling in his body which quickly vanished at another glance around the room.
He sighed before he padded over to the bathroom. The cold of the house made him shiver. "Is it ready?" He blinked at her with a smile.