It's as good a time as any, I think. Sit tight- I'll be right back.

[Castor climbs to her feet and pops off, coming back several minutes later with some clothing items slung over her shoulder and an apple in her hand. She tosses the piece of fruit to Roxas before sitting back down and pulling the garments off her shoulder.]

Here we go. It's not much but I didn't want to keep you waiting. Nothing too fancy I'm afraid, but they should fit you, at least.

[A pair of soft, dark wool trousers and a simple, short sleeved tunic of indeterminate fabric.]