Relief flooded Neffa, set his hands trembling with a sudden release of tension he'd barely noticed, stacked as it was on top of the fear that had been digging claws into him for weeks. A smile broke over his face. Easy.

He followed, eager to close the distance between himself and life, clutching the bundled-up cape to him to hide the trembling in his hands. "I don't need much." The words fell out of him, borne on a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Just-- anything you can spare. I'll-- I'll tell no one where you are, I swear it." He'd never wanted it to be a bargain without conditions, but this was not some sale at morning market, and he was not letting go of life now that he had it all but clasped in both hands. "I-- I'm in your debt. I'll make good any way I can. I swear."