He looked at Silica, his eyes red and swollen but fixed. The decision was a solid weight in his chest. He would go to Mount Lichtwelt. The risks were clear.
But he had to go.
Silica extended a cloak. Heavy, dark, almost black leather. A wide hood shadowed the upper part. "Put it on," she ordered, her voice low, but leaving no room for refusal.
Leonard took the garment. Throwing the cloak over his back, it smelled of perfume and something indefinably sweet, perhaps jasmine perfume.
"Is it yours?" he asked.
"Yes, Mr. Leonard, is there a problem?" Said Silica.
"It's because you smell good. Thank you." Leo managed a shy smile amidst the sadness.
Silica's face flushed slightly. "Just put it on," she said with a wavering voice.
He put it on, the weight of the leather wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. The hood, as it fell over his head, created a tunnel of shadow, partially obscuring his vision but completely obscuring his face.
