Raphtalia’s face paled as she looked at me and Oyaji with the knife in her hands.
“Here, your free clothes and mantle.”
Oyaji handed them over with a brusque shove and guided us to the changing room.
I seized Raphtalia’s knife and then instructed her to wear the donated clothing.
Raphtalia tottered into the changing room while coughing; she then got changed.
“She still looks rather messy... I'll have her bathe later on.”