[She gives the area a precursory glance for his coat and cannot see it anywhere. She half suspects that it's been thrown out; it was a wretched, bloodstained mess by the time they'd managed to get Haytham free of the bar through his chest, it could hardly be called worth salvaging.]

I will search for it, though I do not think it will have been kept. It was not in a good state when we brought you here.

[And nor were you, she would add. He does at least look better now with colour back in those formerly ashen cheeks, and he is obviously feeling well enough to be prickly. Clearly he feels himself once more. There are questions she would ask him, mostly about the things he had said to their son, but now is not the time and she is not sure if she is willing to hear them now.

Today has brought about enough turmoil, they all deserve their peace.]

If it is here, I will find it. How are you feeling?