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Ember leans against Patch, playing with the piece of leather she had gotten from Tyleet some time ago. Her hands move as she puts small, careful stitches around the edge. Finally, she grins, finished. She holds up the large piece of leather. Two longer skinny pieces of leather hang from the side. A new apron for Gil. She smiles, reaching up to touch the shell hanging from her neck. She skritches Patch behind the ears. "What do you think, Patch?"

He sniffs at it, then makes a little woof sound, and lays his head back down.

"I take it you approve." She settles into her wolf-friend, getting comfy, clutching the apron in one and the shell in the other as she falls asleep.