[Poor Kaveh. He perceives correctly. One day this will slip out one way or another--

But in the meantime, she follows him to place the fencing down properly, and then steps over to him obediently to tug off her gloves and offer them to him.

As she promised, they're still in perfectly good condition--probably too good of condition for velvet gloves just used to carry a piece of fencing so far. There are no scuffs, much less tears.]

Here you go. If Muramasa's gloves couldn't handle carrying something like this, I'll have to make fun of him next time I see him!