Salviana giggled like a maniac, her laughter filling the room with a carefree warmth.
"Let's get you into something fluffy and warm," he said, opening the doors to pick out a suitable cloak.
"Fluffy and warm," Salviana repeated, mimicking his tone with a playful smirk.
He shook his head at her antics, watching her trust him so wholly that she hadn't even asked where they were going.
That trust filled him with a quiet sense of pride—and an equally quiet fear. He never wanted to break it, but he worried about how her unwavering faith in him might one day lead to harm.
"Hands," he instructed.
She obediently spread her arms, and he carefully draped a heavy cloak over her shoulders.
The soft fabric swallowed her smaller frame, and he took a moment to tuck her hair under the hood, adjusting it over her head with gentle precision.
"Ready?" he asked, his gaze locked with hers.
"Yes!" she squealed softly, brimming with excitement.