"You ought to ask details before attempting to use unfamiliar magic."

He shrugs off his coat, the short sleeves polo shirt under it showing severe burn scars on his upper arms and in a band a few inches up from each of his wrists, and drapes it over Ken, then picks him and the coat both up. He doesn't know how much help the coat's protective qualities will be after the fact, but if nothing else, the boy needs a blanket.

"The corridors are dangerous, that's why everyone who makes use of them wears one of these coats. They shield against the darkness you experienced there."