[Luca isn't sure if he imagines that brief moment of tension or not, but he doesn't let it dissuade him either way. He finishes off Zahliya's opposite arm, then shifts forward. He lifts the rag up to the Gargoyle's face, but stops short. This much he'll wait for permission for.]

You're smaller than I am. I can find something for you to wear. [Is his smile on the shy side? Maybe.] And if not, I know how to wash my bedding. And where to steal more from, if it cannot be salvaged.

[He looks to the swords with something akin to pity all the same.]

I would offer to take a look, but it's been years since I have been behind a forge. [Just former almost-knight things.] Nor do I think this village is properly equipped for all of that.

Were they important to you?