The two moved cautiously inland. Among the ruined buildings and charred remnants of carts, Arthur's sharp gaze fell on a pile of abandoned supplies, a torn leather bag, a waterlogged crate, and a heap of clothes buried in ash.
"Stay here." Arthur said, his voice firm. He knelt beside the pile, brushing away soot to uncover what looked like a set of patched linen pants, a frayed shirt, and a long coat with one missing sleeve.
Fedlimid raised a brow as Arthur inspected the garments. "Don't tell me you're actually going to wear that."
Arthur smirked. "Better than parading around half-scaled like some wild beast." He closed his eyes, his body rippling with an audible crackle. Scales receded, his claws shrank, and his wings folded into his back until only a young man remained, crimson-haired and human. The cold bit at his exposed skin as he dressed quickly, tugging the coat around his shoulders.
Fedlimid suppressed a chuckle. "Quite the noble look, isn't it?"
