Braska's smile faded the smallest bit as he noticed how she was handing his headdress back to him. At least it had suffered worse than that. After everything that had happened on the pilgrimage, Braska wasn't sure whether or not it was possible for much worse to be done to it short of destroying the headdress completely. The high summoner gingerly took it back, handed the girl's hat back over to her, and brushed the dirt off of his headdress before putting it back on again. "You've no need to apologize. It is It is something that neither of us can help."