Violet
I sat in one of the furniture in the entry hall, my chest still aching from our conversation as I waited for him.
The faint moonlight filtered in through the open windows, the stones in the walls not glowing as intensely as they had during the day.
Footsteps echoed through the corridor, and Kael walked into the room.
He wore a hooded cloak over what he had on. Dark, draping fabric that matched his clothes well enough without standing out. He pushed back the hood, revealing his face as he approached me, holding another piece of fabric in his hands.
Its blue matched what I was wearing, with delicate silver threading along the edges that caught the light.
"Here," he said quietly, and before I could protest, he was draping it around my shoulders, adjusting it carefully to cover my chest without touching it.
