Thin, comfortable pants that made me feel like I was wearing sweatpants.
A simple black T-shirt that was a bit baggy.
A thin black glove that covered my entire right arm, almost as if it was one with my skin, and did not feel uncomfortable at all.
And a gray cane given to me so that I could walk without limping.
I felt strange looking at myself in the mirror, as if I was looking at someone else and not at myself, but I didn't think too much about it.
My lips curled up slightly as I turned around, smiling at the five dwarfs waiting just in front of me.
"I can be discharged now, right?"
The dwarves were... too careful. Literally too careful.
If I hadn't specifically insisted otherwise, they would have wanted to keep me in this room almost indefinitely. Despite the fact that I had already spent two weeks confined here.
