Even in this early reconstitution of himself, Marcus trends towards understated. Subtle expression, a slow raising of walls that, here, it's apparent that they are more about keeping in than keeping out. Accepting this comment as a kindness as well as a compliment is a twinge in his expression, a look aside.

But it is loud, all that's under the surface. A complex churn that feels painful but is not expressly negative for it. Much of this is familiar, in some strange way, even when much of it is new. Wounds sting when they're closing, so it can't be all bad.

At the news that there are clothes on hand, there's a flicker of relief, and Marcus nods. Maybe simply for how cold it is, but probably also for some gesture to dignity, for all that the shifters are so comfortable in any state.