The hand Dain had extended to Alvi quickly retracts to fold over his coat -- a reflexive, unthinking reaction, accompanied by the smallest of flinching movements away from Tuo. "It's fine, I --"

But he stops, and consciously puts his hand down in his lap instead. It will grow very warm in here very quickly, and it's ludicrous to try and pretend otherwise. Dain takes a moment to steel himself, as long as he dares; then he gives Tuo a small and sheepish grin, and unwraps his scarf and shrugs off his coat.

It's not a story that belongs in Saaristomeri. But it's the story Dain has, and he can't simply pretend it doesn't exist. Tuo would discover the truth sooner or later, and it would be far better for him to hear it directly from Dain where explanations can be freely given.