Wren considered the help carefully and finally gave a wince as she nodded,
"I should probably take the help when I stand up," she told hims softly, hating the fact that she might need help. She looked over the clothes and was relieved that they were the basic tunic, tights, and boots she was used to. Admittedly, they were in shades of bronze and brown, not a color she was used to wearing, and the boots were actually only ankle high. But they would suffice until she could get to her room and change into her own clothes.
She slipped the tunic over her head and slid her arms into it then shifted to the side of the bed and slid the tights over her legs up to her thighs. She took in a deep breath and eased herself to her feet carefully. But when she got all the way up the room spun on her and she grabbed the nearest thing to her to steady herself. His hand, apparently.
She gave him a grateful nod and let him keep her steady as she finished getting the tights on then slid her feet into the boots while standing, blushing the entire time. She ran a hand through her hair, wishing she could braid it back but knowing that would have to wait as well. She didn't like the fact that she was unarmed, but it was something else she could deal with.
"Alright... I'm ready..." she said softly to him and started for the door, finding herself grateful for his steadying hand as she went through and left, despite the protests of the healers now behind her...
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