She closed her eyes tightly against a surge of tears, then opened them to look at Gobo carefully. Her first instinct was to protest - that was his scarf! He almost always wore it, he couldn't just give it away.

But he had, without hesitation, and Lexi didn't want to cheapen the gesture by questioning it. If Gobo changed his mind down the road, it would be fine. But for now... What a gift. She lay a finger on the knot of the scarf, her smile growing warmer.

"Thanks... Thank you, Gobo."