[ falco kneels down for a moment before entering further, mostly to pull his boots off as fast as he could, socks too, to keep from dirtying the floor too much. away he goes after that, scuffling to her side and following after her to slip into the bathroom, take the clothes with a quick thank you from a crack in the door's frame and momentarily shuts it behind him. just for a quick few seconds.

he comes out fresh, barefoot, a little clammy but overall dry, returning her cloak into a neatly folded square . even if it needed washing, perhaps, it was separate from his own clothes, folding neatly on the bathroom floor and only waiting for his hands to be free. ]

It's— It's fine, look! [ who hasn't worn big clothes at least once in their life? he tries to reassure her, even with a small smile quirking his lips up and arms held out by his side. the sleeves certainly are larger than expected, cuffs dropping well past his wrists and pants needing a bit of a, um, fold around the mouth, but-! ] I wouldn't have dry clothes at all if it weren't for these. I'll just wait for mine to dry and—

[ he just needs to find someplace for his own to dry, but that could wait some. ]

I don't think I got your name, Miss-?