"Precisely," Hephaestus agreed. "Especially when you're crippled like me."
He pushed open a door to one of the downstairs bedrooms, heading for the closet. He rarely used the upstairs of the house, except when there were guests. And almost never in winter, his legs ached for days afterward.
He found several different sizes of clothing hanging in the closet, and pulled down a few things for Callidora to try. "Keep whatever you like, I'm sure there's more where that came from," he told her.