"Not at all." He stopped next to Alphonse and smiled. "My name is Father Abel Nightroad." He looked over the clothes that Alphonse was wearing and reached up to remove the small cape he wore. "Here. Those clothe's can't be warm."
He gently draped the cape around the child's shoulders and fastened it at his throat before rising and offering his left arm, his revolver in its harness quite visible.