8th Death

[rightsiderequiem]

[private to Raven]

[it's a simple text, but it'll have to do. he didn't know any other way to thank someone.]

Thank you.


[and now for one sent out to everyone else.]

Can I ask if there's anyone in the church?

[this would probably be one of his stupid ideas, but Dextera wanted a little time to himself because what was dealing with his issues in a healthy way?]

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[1mistress_nomaster]

[She will be completely horrified, and fuss over him even more...

(Yes. yes it was.) But she goes about laying the whole thing out over her bed and taking the little scraps of fabric, cutting them to fit and then pinning them in place.]

I could be very cruel, and give you such a telling off for wanting to go wandering off when it's starting to get cold at night in nothing but this.

However I won't. Let it never be said I'm not merciful. [Holding a pin in her mouth, she paused in her rambling at the moment to fiddle a little more. She's very precise with her work, as she is with everything.] But this will take me a little while, so get comfortable...

[rightsiderequiem]

[he's...not sure what a 'telling off' is but since the word 'cruel' is in there, he figures that it's probably best that she didn't give him one. and he's probably not going to tell Elizabeth why he wanted to go out.

but he does make himself comfortable, sitting at an angle so he could see what she was doing to his coat. there's really nothing special about it, aside from a strange red cross stitched on one of the sleeves. it's really just a coat that looks like its seen better days.]

[1mistress_nomaster]

[She never questions the need to wander, not here. It had been what caused that whole embarrassing thing where she decided to go throw herself in the river.

Once everything is pinned, she takes up threads a needle. Only, for whatever reason, she couldn't get the thread to go through the eye. Frustrated, she sighed and then looked up at him.] Could you try? My fingers are all slippery...

[rightsiderequiem]

[he tilts his head a little bit, but he had been watching her try to get it in the eye so Dextera had an idea what to do.]

I'll try.

[1mistress_nomaster]

[she smiles at him, trusting him to do it while she digs around in her sewing box of scraps, to pick out another bit to match.]

Thank-you.

[rightsiderequiem]

[it takes him a few tries and he pricks his thumb once or twice, but eventually Dextera gets it in the eye. smiling slightly, he holds it out for Elizabeth to take it whenever she's ready.]