So, like a pilgrim kneeling before a bishop, he kissed Julian's hand.
It was the most respectful gesture he knew.
"You take a few people and find Wood. Don't act recklessly, and if you face danger, leave immediately," Julian said, looking at the boy who was so moved that he cried. He felt a bit emotional himself and patted Eirlys on the shoulder. "You've earned this. Out of everyone here, you've got the most wounds, so this promotion is yours!"
Eirlys nodded fervently, wiping away his tears. "Don't worry, I'll find Wood, even if he's hiding in the sewers!"
Julian tossed him a cigarette and lit it for him. Eirlys had never smoked—poverty hadn't allowed him to afford it. After taking one puff, he started coughing, making the other boys laugh, easing the tension in the room. Julian smiled, pocketed his lighter, and patted his shoulder again. "What are you waiting for? Go!"
