Oh, was it too much? He's not really used to this comforting people stuff. The only other person he's given his cloak or blanket too, was a young, tired, Speaker and it seemed to have gone down well with her. Ah, no, it's all good, she seems to be hugging it close. Shit, maybe he should have washed it for her first then? Crap.

"You can't keep it. If that makes you feel better about borrowing it." He smirks, trying to be funny, y'know, have a little joke with her, though his tone and delivery are very dry, he's not good at this kind of thing.

Glancing over her as they walk, taking note of how small and delicate she looks, yet if her skin colour and those magic-looking marks across her face are anything to go off, Trevor gets the feeling she's not as helpless as she looks.

"Hm? Me? Yes. Well, a few weeks actually. It's a shithole, by the way. So, I dunno, if you need a hand fixing up a place to stay..." Trevor gestures with his hands like he's offering to help her. Which, he is, by the way, just he's not very good at it.