Layla's spotted him around camp a couple of times since leaving him at Central Command to be briefed on the situation more thoroughly than the escape from Sylphid holding had allowed, but has so far opted to leave him to his solitary prowling. But she's in the store when he enters, looking to replace a shirt ruined by dragonet blood, and she sees the gleam in the shopkeeper's eye, familiar from markets the world over.

She sees, too, how far his sleeve has been tugged down, how much of the metal hand it covers, and so when she strolls up to smile at him across one of the tables of textiles like he's an old friend, she offers in lieu of greeting, "You might want to consider gloves. A bit less fiddly."