[ Sylvain gives the young man in front of him a surprisingly keen once-over before shooting him a crooked grin and spreading his hands in an apologetic shrug. ]

Ahh, I should have guessed, since we're both sporting the same 'arrived here naked and making do with what I could scavenge' look. Lucky us.

[ Unlike Richard swimming in his clothes, however, Sylvain's tunic is tight across his broad shoulders, since he'd been able to find much to accommodate him in the trunks back at the barracks. At least the breeches seem to fit him well enough? ]