[Mercy feels the weight of the cloak and it's a comfort. Something familiar, in a way, like Papa putting his cloak around her when she'd been out playing in the snow and needed extra warming up. It doesn't make everything better all at once, but it helps. She squeezes him tight and sniffles, trying to keep herself from too much of a breakdown.]

You're awful nice for someone who dresses so funny, sir. I-I'm sorry I was short with you. All the posters around town said this place was just supposed to be fun.