Declan hardly noticed the condition he was in. In all honesty, he hadn't expected a visitor after the door was closed. Considering how much time he spent among people of all classes, it was genuinely shocking how little he actually applied social customs to himself.
The sudden squeak Lily let out made the elf realize just how exposed he was. A slight blush crept onto his cheeks, hidden by the low light. Because of the storm outside, the room he was staying in was lit with over a dozen candles. Most of them were placed strategically on the ground, but others were on the desk, wardrobe, and nightstands.
Declan placed the plate on the desk, turning his back to the girl. He hastily pulled his robe closed, tying it in a loose knot. Turning back to face Lily, he shrugged, unable to think of a believable excuse. "Apologies," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.
He swallowed nervously and walked toward the window. She was right: there was no way the rain would let up anytime soon, and Declan would never make Jackson work on the carriage in that weather.
"Well, I suppose you'll be stuck with me a little longer," he said in feigned exasperation. With a smirk, the elf jumped onto the large bed, sliding with the blankets to the side where all of his papers were laid out. His violet eyes practically glowed from the candlelight and his own excitement. Crouching again in the only space in the center of the papers, Declan smiled at Lily. "This is one of my many hobbies."
What he was doing made several people think he was mad. "Come here," he extended his hand to her, standing up and would help her jump into the small circle with him. If she knew anything about the sky, Lily would immediately be able to at least vaguely make out the patterns of stars. "What does it look like to you?"