It was raining. Not many were out at this hour as the pair moved through the streets.
"We're going to high town," he told her, looking both ways before crossing the street. He kept Fred's hand in his own, guiding him, or rather her along. He figured the doctor had good reasons. He wouldn't ask. He had many secrets of his own.
The place he brought her to was one of the beautifully maintained estates in all of the capital (the palace aside). They were welcomed by the servant, and Leif went with his room. He addressed Fred as his cousin, omitting any real names and just making his way up the grand staircase.
Once inside his room, he began to shed off his rain soaked clothing and slipped into a more suitable jerkin and cloak. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling up his boots before gesturing to Fred.
"You'll want to change as well. You can wear one of my sister's dresses in the closet." Though he knew not which dress may remain. She had been 'dead' after all, but he insisted her clothing not be disturbed.
Being Attie was actually alive, and that this was a dangerous moment, he could easily give up the dress for their escape. He moved past her towards the tall, standing mirror, and began to fuss over the slick black curls of his hair.
