He shrugged out of his own jacket - Cissnei's was too form-fitting to get around that outfit's upper half easily, and while his own might not make it around all of it, it'd do much better than the girl's own. He wrapped it around her shoulders, gesturing for her to slide her arms through the sleeves, then zipped it up. There. A little better, at least.

"I don't know. When I wake up from wild dreams, I don't find myself wearing an outfit from that dream." He ruffled her hair, then led them out of the airship port and into a shuttle to the Theater District. "But you're home, at least. Relax a little for that alone, hm?"