An Equal Exchange

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.