Seldon seemed to do the same, anything that had been thrown away was picked back up. Sadly, it weren't much of his clothes. He was still wearing those. And had been wearing them since his involuntary bath in the lake.
Seldon glanced at Petrin as they finally reached the castle home, she spoke. With what he interpreted a melancholic smile. "I'm.. Afraid we won't, no," he answered with a soft sigh. "It will probably rain soon," he said, glancing up at the sky.
"Ah.. It's starting already," he murmured, wiping a tear away with a bitter scowl, shaking his head. He wasn't as receptive to the idea as Petrin seemed to be.