Orm wasn't quite sure why he had reacted to her cries, only that he had. Perhaps it was just because she wasn't able to defend herself.

He presented himself at Galen's office on the appointed day, wondering how much having her pelt stolen had changed her. And he didn't even know her name.

Orm knew about her heartbreak at giving up the cape and had an idea to run past Galen first.

"Galen. Would something a little more pelt-like help her?" He asks, hands tucked behind his back.