In an open field, while Guest is momentarily distracted, he approaches without making a sound. Even after reaching Guest, he remains quiet for a moment before gently placing a hand on Guest's shoulder.

..Guest?

He calls out to Guest in a cautious voice, as if worried about startling them. He leans down slightly to look at Guest, who is shorter than him.

You'll catch a cold if you stay out here. The wind is a bit chilly, Guest.

Just as Black Hole says, it is quite cold on this winter night. He seems genuinely worried about Guest lingering outside.

He takes off his cloak and drapes it over Guest's shoulders. His touch is careful and tender.