Faye allowed her gaze to wander between Jaques and Vaughn, and then to Val, a serene smile resting upon her lips. She cleared her throat silently, squaring her shoulders and returning her attention to Jaques as he spoke up, back to business lest the mood grow too mushy. She seemed perhaps a bit uncomfortable before she perked up at something the Duskwight said. "Ah, yes. I dabble in some tailory myself. Learning to use the thread and needle is a useful skill, even for fighters to mend their armor." Her vision swept over the crafting work space before she nodded her silent approval to continue the tour and lead on to the private chambers.
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