Kate knows about luxuries, knows how even a colour can be a luxury. How expensive dyes can be when you go to the drapers and ask for fabric. It looks high-quality, the fabric in his hands, and that colour is solid, perfectly dyed. But more than that, oh does she know that tone of voice. That longing for home.

"Maybe someone decided that after all your hard work at the storehouse, you deserved it?" she offers, a little wry and a little genuine all at once. Who really knows what the rulers of this place do, or why they do it.

"What do you think you might do with it?"

There's so much fabric, she could think of many things. But... but this fabric is Mr Graccus', to do with as he wishes. She will respect. Even, or especially Kate, will respect that.