"Stay here," Gladio says at last. "I'm going to see if I can't get you some clothes. And shoes. Blankets. For right now this is the best place for you. Warm food, warm drink, warm space."

Gladio's a soldier, and there was just something about how the younger person was built that suggested to him that he might not be the only one. That and the blade of course. Hopefully the stranger would take the order in the concerned spirit was given in, rather than being offended.