“I don’t know why a mop appeared while my fiancé was getting this place rebuilt,” Zechs smirked wryly. “He did ask for his clothes as well. I have not been here quite as long, as I mentioned - the Peacekeeper is considering my first requests presently.”

Zechs glanced at Cloud with curiosity and a hint of interest, though - he would politely turn away when Cloud continued to dry himself off. He did note the scar. Curious.

He went to go and set a fire to get a kettle of water boiling. “Unfortunately, as of yet, the only method to obtain most items is from the Peacekeeper. Were I a tailor, I could open my own shop and change the situation with clothing - but my skills lie elsewhere.”