“Later, then.” It wasn’t his intent to watch the reaction to his cheek closely, but he spots the stunned look on his face and decides he’ll have to file that away for later pondering.

It’s probably better to finish dressing in front of the fire, so Crozier starts in the direction of the adjoining room. He lets himself continue to be guided, of course, that reassuring hand on his back grounding his movements and reminding him not to go too fast.

The room with the fire is so much cozier than the lavatory. He lets out the quietest of sighs as he finds his way to a chair.