Rey was walking alongside him, not dressed nearly warm enough for the weather. In a way, Dami was the luckier of the two. He was coming straight from the supply rooms of the Shijin Order--- and not even the University, but the proper Order itself, since he had graduated early enough to alarm some of his masters. There were still whispers, of course, that he was nothing but a dog of the slums, but at least now none dared to voice them aloud when he was within earshot.
The result was that Dami was bundled up in every piece of warm clothing he could feasibly wear and still be mobile. Rey, who had only barely and recently moved out of slum dog status himself, wore what he had. It wasn't much, and it wasn't enough.