The door opened, and two female servants entered—one taller than the other. They were clothed in long skirts and plain blouses that shimmered a little beneath the light, each item a pale pink color.
I'd encountered more soldiers—suited in either black or green—than servants since coming here, but the few I had spotted while scrutinizing the castle's perimeter had worn pink or pastel green clothing. And the doctor wore white.
One of the women took my tray while the other dropped a pair of clothing onto the bed, which I managed to slip on discreetly beneath the blanket. Grateful because I'd almost believed I'd have to roam the halls naked.
It looks like Simon is having some PTSD from all the torture and answering sessions. It honestly breaks my heart that he wakes dissociating or in fight or flight :(.