"Randel." And since she offered it, he adds- "Oland. Randel Oland."

Then he's carefully putting the coat back on; honestly, he might have given that to her if it wouldn't have swept the floor. And if he hadn't felt such a strange attachment to the patch on the arm, the jack-o-lantern and the shears. But the sweater, that he doesn't mind giving up. Especially for someone cold.

He offers her a warm little smile.

"Better?"