[ She braids the bead back in with quick fingers, securely tucking it away.

About to move towards her, but pauses just before she does. Instead opting to lean over the side of her bed, to go to her basket, for the parcel stacked on top. ]

I brought you something... I meant to give it to you before.... well, before... everything. We give gifts to celebrate growing older at mid-winter. So I made you something.