The elder's wife entered another room and took out several clothes from a chest. She handed them to Zaber carefully, her tone filled with gentleness.
"You can wear these," she said. Then she gestured with her hand toward the room beside them. "You can change your clothes in there."
Zaber nodded calmly.
"Thank you, madam."
He took the clothes and entered the indicated room. The room was small but orderly: wooden walls, a chest in the corner, an old rug spread on the floor. Zaber tried the clothes on himself.
"They are a bit large…" he said in a low voice.
He examined the clothes carefully.
"Not new, but very clean."
X smiled from the side.
"Yes, this woman takes good care of her husband."
Zaber replied in a cold tone while undressing:
"Mind your own business. We have no time to discuss husband-wife relationships."
He changed his clothes and went out.
The elder's wife saw him and smiled.
