Getting him dressed is more difficult than undressing him.
They don't even attempt the fundoshi. She doesn't know how to work it, and he cannot do it with one arm. So, she helps him slip the hakama on beneath the towel, her refusing to look at his face as they manage it.
The kimonos, even with the layers, are far easier, and he's able to re-tuck them himself. She's grateful when he lifts the armor, and she takes care of the clasps.
"I'm sorry it's still a bit damp," she murmurs, carefully adjusting the pauldron.
"It is of no consequence."
