[Mmmmmmaybe. Or at least make sure he's always wearing his royal fatigues in training, since they kind of are...

He glances down at the jacket; he'd half-forgotten he passed it over, distracted by the seriousness of the conversation that followed.]

Ah, don't worry about it. You can hang onto it until we get back to the house if you want, not like it's cold out. It zips at the front, you can cover up the, uh- [He gestures vaguely to her chest. Er, the ripped clothes.] The damage.