Claud wore blue.
She rubbed her eyes to make sure she saw it for real — Claud, out of his father-frock and into a blue tunic and trousers. She barely recognized him, but his sigh said enough. "I didn't think you had other clothes," she said. Blue wasn't his color. A darker shade could work, or maybe sticking with white.
"The washer is out."
Tailtiu hummed. "Do you own anything else that isn't white?"
"Back in Edda," a castle with events she hadn't been to.
"Well, I'll have to see when I visit." Claud smiled, one of the small, quiet ones.