Ezner's surprise at seeing Elisabeth was evident in his face. His mouth was slightly agape and he had paused in the doorway. And then his mouth slowly grew into a soft smile. He didn't know that Mrs. Dey had arranged this, nor did he even consider asking Elisabeth about it. He was just happy she was here. Then he saw the worry on her face, realising she was talking about his own battered visage. His smile faded back to his neutral soft frown.
Ezner nodded, "I'm fine. I had to fight a few nights back, but the healers at the Order of Adunih clinic patched me up well. Still having dizzy spells though, but nothing too bad." His dark brown eyes found her typically soft blues, only to see an icy fury within them. He saw the raging blizzard within her, contained only by her concern of him. This fury was passionate and strong, and Ezner could only find himself wondering what it might look like if it were unleashed. But it wouldn't be. She held the tide, for him. She did so, to protect him. Because she cared for him. And his dark brown eyes became the softer, less intense among them. His own showed a deep appreciation, wrapped up in his concern and caring of her. If she let the rage out, what might become of her?
How could Ezner stop a storm before it was unleashed?
And then the moment passed. Elisabeth nodded toward the counter, and Ezner walked over, nervous in such a fancy place. It wasn't that it was simply high end and nice, but rather that it was entirely unfamiliar territory. All of his clothes had been used, worn, disgusting, and usually just thrown at his face after he'd been bought. There were more shirts on a single rack in here than he'd ever been allowed to wear in his entire life. The woman spoke to him like a freeperson, even though he thought it obvious that he was clearly a slave. Ezner's jaw tightened as he listened, his throat constricting. This wasn't how he was supposed to be treated. This wasn't right. His eyes burned as just the slightest gleam of a tear filled each of them.
And Ezner instantly relaxed again. The color of her eyes. The color of the storm. Ezner nodded, defaulting to his typical responses, "Yes, ma'am."
The woman smiled, filled with genuine desire to help him with this, "Well, we only keep a few premade pieces here on display. Most of what we make is custom, so we'll have to go in back to get your measurements. If you'd both follow me please." She led them into a back area, through some softly swinging doors, to a well lit area, with a small dais surrounded by mirrors. There was a couch nearby for those waiting and watching.
"I'll be taking your measurements now. Please try your best to relax, tightened muscles will make for poorly fitting clothing."
Ezner stepped up onto the dais, his back to Elisabeth, and the woman pulled out her tape, and started down at his ankles. She wrapped the tape around it, kept fussing and having to readjust it. Then she stood up, moving around to the front of Ezner so he could see her as she spoke. "Apologies Mr. Ezner. Your current wardrobe is so ill fitting and in such a state that it is impeding my ability to measure you properly. If it is okay with you, could you please remove them? I'll have them cleaned and sent back to Mrs. Dey, and we'll have you leaving here in something new."
Ezner nodded, "Yes, ma'am."
Ezner reached over his shoulder, grabbing the back of his tattered and stained shirt, pulling it up and off of his chest. His back to Elisabeth, she'd be able to see the many faded whipping scars, and the extremely large and fresh bruise that took up the majority of his left ribs. He handed the shirt to the woman, who set it gently on a table nearby. He then removed his hole-filled boots, the soles long since wore out, with no socks to accompany them. These were placed on the table as well. He then untied his breeches, sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them, no small clothes beneath them. The pile upon the table complete, Ezner stood there on the dais completely naked. The prominence of his malnourishment was particularly obvious around his midsection, with what little muscle his diet allowed being focused on his legs and arms.
The woman began her measurements again, as Ezner stood there staring at himself in the mirror. There was no shame or pride or humiliation or sexual deviancy in his eyes. Nothing to indicate any emotion at all was being expressed at his being naked in front of both a stranger and Elisabeth. Slaves were not allowed such emotional luxuries. He was usually naked when he was sold, deloused and forcibly bathed. He had no qualms about this, it was just something that was expected as a slave.
The woman was extremely thorough with her measurements, and once she had them completed, she fetched him an outfit of a soft blue shirt, a simple pair of small clothes, and some cotton breeches for while Ezner waited. She took his clothes but left his boots, for they didn't sell footware here. "If you'd like to take a seat, I can bring you all the pieces we have that will fit you, or you all can browse yourselves. Just let me know the styles and such that you like, and we'll have them made and shipped over." With that, she left them to their privacy. Ezner stepped off the dais and changed into the new clothes, turning toward Elisabeth now. He was still unsure of what to do next, "Which do you think we should do?"