Coco nodded, even when confusion furrowed her brow and covered her whole sense of reasoning.
She warily stepped out of the wagon and approached the crates, her eyes lingering on them before glancing back at her mother.
"What are these for, mama?" Coco asked, tilting her head.
However, Cleora didn't answer and instead, she flipped open one of the crate lids with practiced ease and revealed what was inside.
Coats.
Furry, thick, and meticulously stitched— clearly designed for harsh weather. High-quality, expensive material and there were a couple of them folded carefully on each crate.
Coco blinked.
"Put one on, Coco." Cleora hummed and grabbed one coat from the crate. "All of you. Wear one."
Jacques and the others shared a glance, unsure of what the older woman was planning, but she hasn't done anything bad so far.. So, they decided to just get it done with.
It was Zaque who went out of the wagon first, then Quizen, Heiren, and Kairo followed suit.
