Foulques gave a faint, soft smile and stroked a hand back over Chara's hair once, he hand coming to rest on their shoulder. "A similarly significant gift then," he said. "Mine, a memento of my father, yours, a reminder of your adopted mother. Surprisingly thoughtful for this place. I wonder if there's any meaning to it..."

He considered for a moment before shaking his head slightly. "Eh, tis of no matter, I suppose. Enough that they are here. And while I can't claim to be in any way blanket-like, I'm glad that you find me comforting nonetheless."