[ A hazy memory rises to the forefront of her mind. ]

...That's...what you were asking me about, on Sunday. When I was... [ Doing really poorly? ] ...I didn't remember until now.

[ She sounds somewhat guilty. Still, she takes the jacket, and the letter, somewhat gingerly. She doesn't...open it yet, though. First she runs her hands over the jacket, stopping at the button and... ]

...Hah. Deer skin.