Ichabod felt as if he should excuse himself and leave the others to it. They were very close. It pleased him - from the little he knew of Mr Warren, he seemed a well-mannered and kind man. Miss Jenny deserved as much. He shook his head slightly as she ducked into a room, filled with clothes. He blinked in astonishment.
"Here we go, Crane. You should find something along here."
Ichabod walked where she gestured, his eyes widening. So many garments from his era - proper linen shirts, breeches, and coats... His eyes gleamed as he hunted through the rails.