[Clothing is a matter of luck. Xue Yang had been very unhappy to wake up in a hospital gown, but he had then found (his?) robes in a closet a week or so later. But just one set. He likes to imagine that he made the transition into the new world, hopped out of his clothes somehow and ended up in the hospital.]

I found them here~ They're close enough to what I'm used to.

[Keep looking. If Xue Yang finds another set first, he will either keep them or sell them for favors.]

In my case, they nearly beat me to death and left me to rot in a ditch beside a road to fucking nowhere.

[Why does he limp? Now Linhardt knows. Xue Yang rolls the question around in his mind, running a finger along the book spines.]

I don't know if it's something this place wants. We're only useful if we're here. I guess I would say she slipped back accidentally.