Alright, fine, that's pretty endearing. Gale smiles.

"Here," is his warning before he leans over to touch the tattered edges of her shirt. His spell casting is quick and decisive, more than anything else he does, and the shirt knits itself back together as cleanly as if it had never been burned. "There. That's the least I can do. If you make a habit if getting hit with fireballs, I can at least repair all your clothes."