Sorrel blinks and only slowly comes to the realization that this is...genuinely his fault. Gold silk?

"Creators, Adasse..." He picks up the golden cloak, it's shining and beautiful in his fingers, like real liquid metal made cool and smooth to the touch. He has no idea for the cost of such a thing. The sweets are equally fine, nuts he doesn't know crusted with sugar thick enough to sparkle like a treasure, "...you really..."

He stops, caught without words. Gold and gems. Adasse has brought him a trove of gold and gems.

"I was joking," He says, helplessly, "And now I don't know what to say. This is amazing, thank you."