A few minutes later, Edwin-human again, and in intact clothes-comes out from behind the tree, leading Huxley and carrying the shredded remains of his former outfit. "I've lost more pants that way," he mutters to himself, shaking his head and going to stuff the rags into one of his saddlebags. Maybe they'll come in handy later.
He remounts, glancing over to Sky and looking sheepish again. "Sorry. I'd...hoped that wouldn't come up."
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A few minutes later, Edwin-human again, and in intact clothes-comes out from behind the tree, leading Huxley and carrying the shredded remains of his former outfit. "I've lost more pants that way," he mutters to himself, shaking his head and going to stuff the rags into one of his saddlebags. Maybe they'll come in handy later.
He remounts, glancing over to Sky and looking sheepish again. "Sorry. I'd...hoped that wouldn't come up."