[Gaius frowns but doesn't push. He's painfully aware how little agency they have, and how precious those scraps are. It'd be the height of insensitivity to infringe on Rean's ability to decide for himself -- even if it means letting him struggle.

Instead he adverts his eyes politely, getting up and starting on the promised cleaning. There's a different kind of staff here to handle laundry and deep cleaning, but he can change the sheets and put the dirty things in the laundry shoot in the hall. He can grab a fresh robe from the closet and hang it on the back of the bathroom door, too, raising his voice to be heard over the shower.]

There's something to wear out here. You'll have to get fitted for proper clothes, though.

[Yep, real tailored clothes! This is a very high-class place. Still terrible, but terrible with silk and gourmet food and enough time to sleep.]