Comfort

I don't know how to feel about this. I thought, looking at my hands shaking. Everything is packed up and everyone is moving around. 

Altair is getting something for me to wear, which I did not see the point of because I am sure that I would have been able to get and use my old clothes. 

Then he had to remind me that I am, in all technicality, dead to the world. Unless it is the Luna, I have to keep myself hidden from everyone else. 

Not to mention, he said that I have a different scent so that might help me hide better. So he just has to collect a wardrobe for me that does not even have a scent of me in it. 

I don't know how he is going to be able to do that and I think I want to be as unaware of it as much as possible. 

"What are you thinking about, Orion?" Solar placed a hand on my shoulder, looking at me with concern. "Is it about what Altair said?"