Vyan moved swiftly, his mind already mapping out each step as he gathered the things they'd need. He didn't bother changing his own clothes anymore. He thought he already looked alright—a simple loose white tee and black cargo pants.
His current wardrobe was a courtesy of Emma; they had gone on a shopping spree after Vyan got the cash from his gold coins. He wasn't given any liberation, though. It was all her choice, and she treated him like a mannequin. She was this close to dressing him up as a K-pop idol. Yes, he now knew what a K-pop idol was.
Instead of wasting time on himself, a change of clothes for Amy, her sippy cup with breast milk, snacks, and a few wipes just in case—he packed them all into his fanny pack.
Gently, he scooped her up and settled her into the baby carrier, adjusting the straps before slinging it securely across his torso. Amy nestled close, her tiny fingers gripping the edge of his t-shirt excitedly.
