(Author's POV)
"Dio, Al was right. You really do reek weird," Brave spoke as Dion's steps halted at his comment. He didn't turn around, waiting for his brother to finish his words.
"You smell of sweat and dirt. Do wash up thoroughly, okay? And have a good rest," Brave added while staring at his brother's back.
Dion's demeanor visibly relaxed. He finally looked back and gave Brave a casual smile, stating, "That's the fragrance of saving lives, baby," then finished his words with a wink.
He was afraid that Alaric and Brave had detected Myra's scent on him. He waved at Brave and walked back to his room, his steps steady and slow. After shutting the door and locking it, he looked at the small bag on his bed.
Inside it was a tight lid container that held that piece of cloth. He knew his brothers would recognize Myra's odor for miles away if he went with the handkerchief in his pocket. So, he went to his room first, securely placed it, and then came to Brave's room.
