"When my mother was still alive, she sewed these two cotton suits for me to use in the winter. But my body has always run hot; I have a high constitution, so I do not feel the cold even in winter. These have been sitting at the bottom of the chest for years. You can wear them for now. They will just be a little loose."
Ewan tentatively poked a hand out from his cocoon and brushed his fingers against the fabric. It was soft, surprisingly so. He could vaguely sense that this material was of even higher quality than the two sets he had originally owned. Although the color had faded slightly with the passage of time, the stitching was incredibly tight and meticulous, the work of a skilled and loving hand.
Ewan looked at the clothes for a moment, then looked up at Asher, hesitating: "This... is it really okay for me to wear these? After all, your mother left them for you."
