He takes it back, and looks it over carefully, seemingly sizing up the holes to see if the rope will go through. After a moment he nods, and stands up, draping the fabric over his shoulders the way he's been intending to wear it. It looks like a cross between a cape and a toga.

"I think so," he says, and starts trying to pull the chord through it like an oversized thread. He's quiet for a while, as he works. It takes him a bit to even acknowledge the tiger again.

"Thank you," he says, quietly.