Dodger nods, and he's shedding his coat. His nice, new coat, what fits him properly. First time he's ever had a coat like that.

"Ain't no wonder," he mutters, shaking his arm out of the sleeve which seems stuck in his panic. "How long he's been lyin' here," another mutter, finally freeing the arm. "Don't you worry, Nolly, yer old friend Dodger's here, goin' to get you all warm again."

It's a good wool coat. It should get some heat back to the kid, right?