He won't claim to like their location, but he can see strength in the simplicity of the design. Each direction is followed without question or hesitation beyond ensuring they won't be interrupted or run into along the way.

Celeborn leans his forehead against Galadriel's as she plays with his hair, content to just stand still while she does so despite the promise of the baths. Eventually he gently sets her back on her feet and closes the door.

"The morning will come soon enough for such." He's not all that worried about what he wears right now so long as they are serviceable. Later, yes, clean clothing that is well made and undamaged- not that just a few tears matter much- would be appreciated. "How likely are we to be disturbed in this room?"