Much better, and anyone who had ever survived an Arena could say as much with full certainty. Being unaware, even blissfully so, could cost a person dearly. That's actually how Linden got the scar slicing across his throat, because that was what happened when a person succumbed to the pleasure of trust and companionship in dangerous places.

The removal of Phillip's gloves causes Linden's eyes to widen in surprise, but he doesn't hesitate to take them when they're offered. They don't fit; Linden seems shrimpy and stunted in a lot of ways, giving him dimensions that are more typical of an adolescent who's not gotten broader shoulders or a strong, masculine jawline courtesy of a final growth spurt. Though his fingers are very long, his hands are thin and spindly, and the gloves almost look silly on him... but they'll solve his problem.

"Yeah, thanks... that helps a lot, Phillip. I owe you one. The next time someone tries to make a passive-aggressive point and it involves you, I'll be quite sure to lend you some of my clothes."