He quickly stripped off the white robe—feeling a sense of relief as the fabric left his skin—and began changing into the darker clothes. The fit was perfect, as though they had been made for him, and the way the fabric moved against his skin sent a strange shiver through him. It was almost as if the clothes were alive, attuned to his very movements, and as he donned them, a sense of ease settled over him. The weight of the dark attire felt right—it felt like him.