She shrugs, and pulls a pair of fingerless gloves from... somewhere.

They look like leather. But they're not. They're softer, and thinner. And they'd protect his hands from just about anything. There's strange symbols tooled into the not-leather, decorative in a rough, elegant sort of way. She offers them almost shyly.

"For your hands. So you don't have to pick brick out of your skin."