[Even though Byleth acknowledged that the chances were slim, he still went to the Tree of Life to see if any of the new arrivals were Jeralt - not that he got a chance to hunt for him, since he was almost immediately accosted by a naked buff woman. She all but demanded attention in both volume and presence.]

Oh, yes, you must be cold like that.

[That's what you focus on Byleth? He was entirely unbothered by the sight before him, his gaze only dipping low briefly to check that, yep, she didn't have a stitch of clothing on her. Not even socks...]

...here. [He unlatched his cloak from around his shoulders, shrugged his arms out of its sleeves, and held it out.] You may borrow this until you find clothes of your own. Please return it afterwards.