[ It's not a sigh he gives, because that would be to imply that Alphinaud's attention is some kind of burden. But his breath is heavy in his chest nonetheless at the reminder. ]
I... will not ask you to lie for me. Any questions you receive you may direct towards me. I only— If this is to be temporary then it serves nothing and no one to worry him so.
[ It if course goes without saying that if it is not temporary then they will have more pressing things to concern themselves with.
And speaking of pressing concerns. ]
Until it goes away, I must beg another favour of you. How... do I alter my clothes?
[ Local man has zero levels in every crafting job. ]
[ Likewise, G'raha has only Alphinaud's well-being in mind, but that has to weigh against Estinien's as well. And it wouldn't be the first time G'raha has gotten in trouble with now allowing the young man to take control of his own decisions.
But Estinien's take is practical, as anticipated. G'raha nods, accepting and glad that they have an agreement on that. He wouldn't want to do a disservice to either of his comrades. His friends. ]
Of course. I'm sure he would rather hear it from you, besides.
[ But G'raha will do his best to assuage any fears Alphinaud may have in the interim. Should it come to that. Hopefully, this will all be--
--oh. ]
Your...clothes?
[ OH. ]
--Ah! Yes, forgive me, I'd almost forgotten--of course.
[ He stammers a bit before looking around the room. There is an ugly, poorly-made "wooden" dresser (though G'raha does not yet understand what particle board is) that convenient has a drawer for each of the room's inhabitants. G'raha goes to his and pulls out a small sewing kit, as well as a pair of trousers he's altered. ]
My skills with a needle are minimal at best, but...
[ He unfolds the article of clothing to show the back. Where the waistband was sliced in two and an incision was made below it, carving out a sort of oval shape. The edges are roughly lined with an off-color fabric and the same fabric has been sewn as extensions onto the split waistband. This allows it to tie. ]
This has been the simplest method for me. I...have not yet mastered the art of creating button holes. Snaps are an option as well.
[ Estinien stares somewhat helplessly at the altered pair of trousers presented to him. This looks to be an amazing feat of engineering, so G'raha's talk of inadequacy is... slightly alarming. He certainly doesn't know how to wield a needle. He doesn't even know what snaps are. ]
Ah. [ Estinien picks up the article of clothing and turns it about in his hands, as though perhaps its secrets might fall out. ] I fear this might require more lessons than just this one. If you are amenable, of course.
[ G'raha's brows raise slightly at that admission, but he quickly stifles it down and nods with a light smile on his lips.
Truthfully, he understands. G'raha's basic skills in mending had needed to expand. It was no formal training to figure this out, mostly trial and error. But he is ever eager to share what he's learned with another.
And, well...he's just happy to be of help. Happy that despite the strange situation, Estinien wants his help. ]
Of course, you need only say when.
[ He reaches out to accept his trousers back. ]
If you'd like, we could do a "working session" of sorts on some of your existing pieces?
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I... will not ask you to lie for me. Any questions you receive you may direct towards me. I only— If this is to be temporary then it serves nothing and no one to worry him so.
[ It if course goes without saying that if it is not temporary then they will have more pressing things to concern themselves with.
And speaking of pressing concerns. ]
Until it goes away, I must beg another favour of you. How... do I alter my clothes?
[ Local man has zero levels in every crafting job. ]
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But Estinien's take is practical, as anticipated. G'raha nods, accepting and glad that they have an agreement on that. He wouldn't want to do a disservice to either of his comrades. His friends. ]
Of course. I'm sure he would rather hear it from you, besides.
[ But G'raha will do his best to assuage any fears Alphinaud may have in the interim. Should it come to that. Hopefully, this will all be--
--oh. ]
Your...clothes?
[ OH. ]
--Ah! Yes, forgive me, I'd almost forgotten--of course.
[ He stammers a bit before looking around the room. There is an ugly, poorly-made "wooden" dresser (though G'raha does not yet understand what particle board is) that convenient has a drawer for each of the room's inhabitants. G'raha goes to his and pulls out a small sewing kit, as well as a pair of trousers he's altered. ]
My skills with a needle are minimal at best, but...
[ He unfolds the article of clothing to show the back. Where the waistband was sliced in two and an incision was made below it, carving out a sort of oval shape. The edges are roughly lined with an off-color fabric and the same fabric has been sewn as extensions onto the split waistband. This allows it to tie. ]
This has been the simplest method for me. I...have not yet mastered the art of creating button holes. Snaps are an option as well.
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Ah. [ Estinien picks up the article of clothing and turns it about in his hands, as though perhaps its secrets might fall out. ] I fear this might require more lessons than just this one. If you are amenable, of course.
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Truthfully, he understands. G'raha's basic skills in mending had needed to expand. It was no formal training to figure this out, mostly trial and error. But he is ever eager to share what he's learned with another.
And, well...he's just happy to be of help. Happy that despite the strange situation, Estinien wants his help. ]
Of course, you need only say when.
[ He reaches out to accept his trousers back. ]
If you'd like, we could do a "working session" of sorts on some of your existing pieces?