He's already been shown that she's vastly different in temperament from Sigdurgu if nothing else, but he is sort of anticipating the two of them settling into a stoic sort of silence. So when she's clearly shifting a bit a moment later, unable to keep entirely still, the diplomat in him (that he always swears up and down he isn't) pulls words from him before he can help it,
"I learned how to knit my clothes back up the same as flesh, but I still have to do armor the hard way. Do you want any assistance with yours?"
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Date: 2022-02-26 05:15 pm (UTC)"I learned how to knit my clothes back up the same as flesh, but I still have to do armor the hard way. Do you want any assistance with yours?"