Eliot's clothes were stolen, so he couldn't get changed. He was a decent man, but now, he looked shabby and his chin was covered with stubbles. Actually, his shirt now was half-dry for he had washed it last night. He didn't wear a coat, so he felt cold. His shoes were clean and there was a soap smell in his hair.
Sydnee was thinking if he had washed his hair with a soap.
He said he had been robbed on the phone. She thought that he just lost some valuable things. But it seemed that all the things that he owned had been stolen.
She hesitated and then took off her scarf and handed it to him.
Eliot waved his hand and said, "No, thank you."
Sydnee couldn't bear to see Emily's brother suffer, so she walked forward and put on the scarf for him. When she touched his face, she was surprised by the temperature.
Because his face was so cold.
Eliot stood quietly and lowered his head, "Thank you."
"It doesn't matter." Sydnee then handed a bag over, "Here you are."