34: To Be or Not To Be

Alexa Oh, shit. I was sure I was wearing warm underwear beneath the slightly oversized pants, but I didn’t know whose pants these were. The red-and-black tartan flannel shirt was also too big for me. If Harlow had treated my back because he was the only healer here, then…  “I swear I didn’t mean it’s a lewd dream or something. It was a silhouette that looked like you. I thought it was you. Then you were standing at the riverbank yesterday, waving at me. That’s all.”  Harlow rambled, swallowing hard afterward. He must have been panicking. Honestly, I was more panicked about something else, but I didn’t dare ask him.  What if he was the one who changed all my clothes? That would be—  ‘That would be sexy!’ Mythril squealed with excitement.  “Embarrassing!” I exclaimed, flustered, intending to refute Mythril.  “Oh,” Harlow’s voice hitched in surprise, “I’m sorry.”  No! Wrong again! I shook my head and waved my hands.  “It’s okay. I’m not thinking about it anymore. I know you’re embarrassed