Yrael comes out wearing the dark red sleeveless shirt, which only accentuates both his paleness and his thinness. He hardly looks strong.

But, as Teja knows, Yrael's appearances are deceiving.

He kind of likes it that way.

He leans against the wall outside the changing rooms, turning his head a little to call in to Teja, "So, is black really your color?"

...He's half tempted to get Teja a yellow shirt. Just because. Or purple. Surely there would be some shirts here the color of his cloak.