Lance returns, wearing at least a few more articles of clothing this time, and he's carrying a cloth bundle that he deposits on the table beside Kadia's bowl. It contains quite a few cloth diapers and an assortment of baby clothes, little woolen tunics and caps, mostly unisex but some with a few small, handmade embellishments that suggest they were intended for a girl.

"They're yours," he says quietly, and turns to take a step away, pushing his hair back out of his face and staring out the window. He doesn't want to simply leave again, in case she needs further help, but he's clearly not at his most comfortable.