"You're incredibly reassuring," Jamie muttered, turning to dig around in the chest without much more preamble than that. This wouldn't be the last time they'd talk about his, he would ensure that, but they had more pressing priorities at the moment, even if this was nothing but a dream, Layla's expectations of home made manifest. He drew out a cloak similar to the one Layla was wearing, and set it aside for the time being, more intent on finding a pair of pants and a shirt, a pair of boots.

"This all looks like it came from the costume designers on Lord of the Rings."