It's very shiny!  It glints rainbowly and throws an unshadow on the cave wall.

"Well, it's really pretty, I guess if I can't work out a way to make it work as music it might sell as a decoration for somebody who keeps their place lit up."

"I had a friend who did that.  I could probably make them into a hanging thing that's cooler than they are by themselves.  If doing magic on the batteries doesn't work."

"...I can't tell if you are trying to be financially valuable or if you're just bored out of your skull."

"First one."

"The objects are valuable and you brought them; if you merely don't fuss about my selling them and explain them to me, that will do, I suspect I know the state of local commerce better than you."

He nods.

Anything else cool in here besides clothes?

Well, they're very strange clothes!  A fair number of them have words or images on them, and nearly all of them feel odd.

"What are these made of?"

"They say on the tags - cotton and polyester, mostly, I think?  You probably don't have polyester and I don't really know what it is."

"Does it take tailoring much differently from other fabrics?"

"Probably not."

"Let me get measurements for you so I can get you something less exotic and attention-getting to wear than what you have on." She finds a string and motions for him to stand up. "What's the bag made of?"

He rises.  "Um, I think also polyester."

She measures him, making little knots in the string as she goes to mark his height and shoulders and waist circumference and so on. "Okay. I have school for the next week but I'm on a break after that and will be able to start looking around the marketplace for buyers. I need sleep and you look half asleep already, anything else to cover before we do that? I don't have another hammock so you'll have to be on the floor, unfortunately."

He's remarkably tall, and unremarkable otherwise.

"....Can I try picking you up."

"...I guess, sure."

This is probably the most embarrassing thing he's ever done.  But he really wants to know what his life is going to look like, about this.

So he bends his knees, wraps his arms around her waist, stands up, takes a few steps, and sets her back down.  And retreats.

"Cool, I'll tell Rynaeri that you can probably be of use if she needs an extra pair of hands."

Nod nod nod.

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Okay. Good luck getting comfortable." She removes an outer layer and climbs into her hammock. The light expires soon after.

"Thanks."

He piles his clothes back into the duffel and tries sitting on it again.  The conversation woke him back up a fair bit so he doesn't immediately resume nodding off, but eventually he does.  It's still fitful; he spends what feels like a very long time drifting half-awake, unable to really sleep, but at some point he's done that for long enough that being properly horizontal sounds really appealing, and once he makes the switch he can mostly stay something like asleep for some amount of time.