Now we had another problem—a change of clothes.
We couldn't exactly wear the same thing we had on when we first arrived...
The two of us had gotten... a bit out of control for that to even be an option anymore, and it's not like Evelina can just use another [Quick Change] to fix it.
[Quick Change] is called that for a reason; without a spare outfit, it doesn't even work—unless, of course, she still had one left.
But...
A few hours is still a few hours, and we've definitely gone through everything—even the clothing she'd stored for convenience.
Huh...
"You look like you're in trouble..."
Evelina weakly chuckled, struggling to sit up on the bed, wincing slightly at every movement she made.
She touched my shoulder, instantly reading my mind to what had been the cause.
"Clothes... really?"
"I'm not really concerned—just curious," I reply cheekily.
