Skyla left the bed and proceeded to his wardrobe, taking out a slate grey three-piece suit with a satin blue tie she turned. Zyair only had a towel around his waist while he slowly rubbed his hair with a hand towel, looking grim.
Placing his suit on the bed, Skyla stood in front of him and quietly took the hand towel from his shaking hand. He bent his head and she gently began to dry his hair while he leaned his forehead on her shoulder.
"This time will pass, Zy. It will only tell us who is sincere and who is fake. The people who love you will remain standing by your side." His hair ruffled under her touch as the moisture was soaked by the towel in her hand while her assuring words soaked in his heart.
"You will keep your head up, you have done nothing wrong and if people can't see the goodness you hold then they don't deserve to be in your life." Skyla placed the towel aside and sliding her hand under his chin elevated it up so he could gaze at her.