[The only reason he's not at the bottom of the metaphorical pit of despair yet is because the window is still open for reasonable revivals. There's hope yet, and despite his initial shock, he's got to cling to it. He's got so little else to cling to.]

His coat? No, weave it into the warmest shawl we can make. That way, he'll want to wear it.

[He manages something like a smile back. Clinging to hope isn't easy when there's precedent not to.]