Alias followed Theo through a series of narrow, winding gaps between buildings. Every time they stepped out of a sliver of shade and back into the open, the light hit Alias's pale skin like fire to his skin. He could feel his shoulders starting to sting, a sensation he vaguely recognized from his scrolls as the beginning of a 'sunburn'.
"Keep your head down," Theo muttered, not looking back. He was moving quickly, his bare feet seemingly immune to the scorched ground. "The closer we get to the Lower Ward, the more people are going to wonder why a silver-haired noble is wandering around without a guard."
Alias lowered his head, his long hair falling forward like a shimmering curtain.
"Is it always like this?" he asked, his voice sounding thin as he struggled to keep pace. "Does the sun never tire?"
Theo let out a short, dry huff of a laugh.
