"You are most dearly welcome." Vax lifted a bit of his feathered cloak, the lining turning out to be surprisingly soft where he used it as a makeshift handkerchief to blot and smudge her cheeks dry. If soaking up snot and tears wrung from piety wasn't a good use of a paladin's cloak, he didn't know what would be. "It only seemed right for you to have them."