[ At that moment, the crunch of footsteps comes from Ciel's flank, deep in the brush. Within a few seconds, a thin, black-haired young man can be seen between the trees, sporting a long, unbuttoned black coat and carrying a woven basket in his arms. The young man stops suddenly as he spies Ciel and an unknown individual speaking together, and after some hesitation, he trots through the bushes to join them. Even a stranger would notice that he behind his nice clothing and careful grooming, there's exhaustion on his face. And... feathers on his face, too, along his cheeks and jawline.

Howl keeps his eyes on the unknown man until he reaches Ciel's side, where he gives her a cautious glance. A new Aion, from the Celebrant's shrine...! ]

...I hate to say it, but you were right. [ Howl looks back to the Aion in question and, after looking him up and down, gives a polite nod. ] Greetings, sir. I see we've been fortunate enough to bring clothes of your size?