Without looking back, Howard was unaware of Vivia's turmoil.
Since Vivia had not revealed much, Howard couldn't guess her thoughts.
Thus, his face bore a clean smile as he and Jelia walked the streets of Lorinda.
The slight tug on his clothing, a familiar sensation, gave Howard a fleeting illusion of happiness.
"Howard... where are we going?" Jelia asked softly, looking up at Howard with a small smile curving her lips.
"You can call me brother if you like," Howard said with a smile, "Do you know where to buy clothes in Lorinda, Jelia?"
"Clothes?" Jelia pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"There's a market on the street. Are you going to buy clothes, brother?"
"Yes, but not for myself. Didn't I tell you? I'm going to get you some better clothes."
"Since you've chosen to work with me, you can't always wear these clothes."
"Howard..."
It was futile.
