Adrasteia nods; the answer is about what she would have said in Ellis' place and thus is more or less expected. Still. She pulls out from her robes a small plainly wrapped package and presses what turns out to be a set of new gloves into his hands.

"These are part of it, though, and I don't imagine they wouldn't be of more use on your person than tucked away in a drawer in my room."

They are leather, well-tooled, with wool around the cuffs in a similarly dark color as the leather so as not to attract attention to the wrists.

"The horse is a gift I intend on having you return to me, so it's not fit for Satinalia." Stated seriously, but with a smile anyway. She shrugs immediately after. "If you see fit to name him on your journey, I wouldn't mind."