[She gives a tight, reserved nod of agreement, allowing Marianne to grab the aforementioned bag as she herself goes to collect a few items of clothing that have been draped over the back of a chair— most of which, she notes, she had helped him to buy, since he'd been at an utter loss when it came to dressing in anything but his armor.]

If he does manage to find his way back, then these things will be safely waiting for him.

[It's an optimistic thought, she knows, and it's not something she's particularly counting on, but it sounds better than just holding onto his things for the sake of it.

She'll likely never see him again. She doesn't realize that Marianne won't ever have the chance to, either, even if she makes her way home.

She comes across a familiar tee-shirt in the pile and puts a hand over her mouth to stifle a momentary laugh before holding it up.]

I'm sure you won't be entirely surprised to hear he struggled with modern fashion. He insisted on wearing a shirt that was two sizes too small until I told him that wasn't actually the style— though I think someone else took the time to convince him that it was.

[Understandably, given the view, but she doesn't say that part aloud.]