Sheets in the wash.
A white coat.
William held it up, looking it over. It seemed a bit old, but wellkept.
" Whose is this? You never... Actually, I've not seen anyone here wear white."
" I'm not Lyena right now, so I can't speak those words," Nova said, watching the washing machine. " But that's also something that happened before Lyena was born. So he can't really speak of it either."
The door opened.
" ... You're both in here."
Kaama's eyes strayed to the washing machine, and to how William was sitting between Nova's legs.
" Yes," William said.
" I was looking for you. Lyena's making an announcement in the main hall."
They both stood.
" ... What's he to say? I was under the impression his health was still in jeopardy at the moment," Nova said.
" Something about his name, I believe."
" I see."
William could feel how Kaama was looking at Nova; wondered if he felt that, too.
" We'll be up there shortly."