"Okay."

So Tiro sets up the means to boil some fabric in berry juice. A pot, a fire, some water hauled up from the lake, some fabric hauled over from a pile.

Excellent! Which berries should they use first, Amalta finds the red ones more appealing.

"Sure, let's try those."

"Huh, I'm impressed by how well that caught the color," Amalta says when the cloth comes out. "Let's see if it keeps it after it's been washed."

So they wash the cloth. It's... much lighter, now, but still a pretty respectable shade of medium-dark red.

"Beautiful."

Tiro beams.

Amalta scoops up some of the red fabric and grabs an undyed sheet of white and her dagger and says, "I've got some ideas, I'm going to change to see how well they work."

"Okay," says Tiro. "I bet they'll be good!"

"You're probably right!" she calls behind her.

He laughs.

"Well, that's garments taken care of. The basics, anyway."

"I guess so!"

"My sister has a very...enthusiastic...aesthetic sense."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that she knows what she likes and if she can make something prettier she will."

"That sounds like a good characteristic to have."

"Yeah."

Smile.

"She's looking forward to figuring out making pigments out of the glowing rocks."

"What happens if the glowing rocks don't turn out to make good pigments?"

"I imagine she'll either find a way to bully them into doing it anyway or figure something else out."

Snort. "Bullying rocks, that's a new one."

"I don't mean it literally!"

Tiro giggles. "I can totally picture your sister yelling at rocks until they submit to her will."