I know. But thank you.

[ The smile that takes to her features manages to be nervous and distant, all at once. ]

My mother. I've had it since we went from England... it dragged the ground then. [ With her seated, it's not terribly obvious that the cloak is now a little short on her, but still! ] It even smells the same.

[ She wants it to be her actual cloak, is what she's saying. ]