[francel puts those gloves on so happily that one might think he has never owned a pair of gloves before. they're a little loose in the fingers — not that the difference in size between aymeric and francel is so great, but merely that francel has uncommonly delicate hands — but the lordling certainly doesn't seem to mind in the least. on the contrary, it seems to add to his enjoyment of the gloves; he almost seems to skip down the steps out from the last vigil toward the jeweled crozier.]

Oh, I... I shall go wherever you take me, Ser Aymeric. I've not had aught properly tailored in some years. The bliaud I wear now is... is a hand-me-down from Ser Chlodebaimt.