He nodded a small bit and started climbing out of his wet clothes. Any modesty he might have gained as he grew up that might have made him embarrassed to change in front of his father was weaker than the fear that he would vanish.

He finally got the last of it off, the clothing had been plastered to him by rain and mud, making it more of a task than it should have been. He stood there shivering and reached for the clothes, then hesitated. Um... what? He glanced at his father a bit confused. he glanced back at the clothes again and poked experimentally at the zipper...