Clothes commissioned in new dimensions that didn't fit quite right yet.
He just repeated to himself that it would not be long; would not be long; they would, soon enough, be just right.
A nurse came to help him stand; the shattered bone in his leg was more latticework now, rather than completely disconnected, but still not anything he could reasonably support his weight with.
" ... The main hall is a far walk from here, isn't it," he said, heavy sigh.
" ... If Lyena wishes, I could..."
" I will be able to do it," he said. " I've done enough so far, haven't I."
Swish of his tail.