11.Feb.21, 01:48 PM
Helyna felt a twinge of regret as she realized he was paying more attention to what their son might overhear than she was. Too late. But she’d try to be more careful about it in the future.
“You really haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She laughed, with no meanness behind the comment. It spoke to how uncomfortable their earlier interactions had been—and a little to his own personality—that he hadn’t retained the information.
Helyna gestured to a nearby table covering and to the baskets of thread and fiber underneath the table. “I was Weavercraft. I made apprentice after Vondal died, mostly on improvements I made to the lace-making techniques he’d shared with me. But I dabbled in spinning and knitting, and the darning also comes in handy with a child around.” She had lost count of how many small repairs she had to make to the boy’s clothes or toys.
“You really haven’t been paying attention, have you?” She laughed, with no meanness behind the comment. It spoke to how uncomfortable their earlier interactions had been—and a little to his own personality—that he hadn’t retained the information.
Helyna gestured to a nearby table covering and to the baskets of thread and fiber underneath the table. “I was Weavercraft. I made apprentice after Vondal died, mostly on improvements I made to the lace-making techniques he’d shared with me. But I dabbled in spinning and knitting, and the darning also comes in handy with a child around.” She had lost count of how many small repairs she had to make to the boy’s clothes or toys.