...welp.

She will sing Cathei a little song rather than risk making his bewildering discomfort any worse.

"You sing well."

"Thanks! It's my favorite thing."

" - Huh.  I think every seamster's favorite thing is sewing."

"I guess if you're going to feel like you've been doing it for a week every day that's good!"

"I don't do the full eight hours every day, but yes.  . . . I think I also like flying.  And games."

"You can fly??"

"Mm."  He steps back and demonstrates the high-jumpingness of his shoes, and at the peak of his arc the tutu-like bit of golden tulle fanning out from the hem of his jacket flares and he gently floats back to the floor.  "There are tents where anyone can do that, and if I wear these in there I can pretty much fly.  And one can sew wings, of course, but I haven't kept a pair of those yet."

"Awesome. I wanna fly one day."

"That's probably achievable if the tattoo works.  I suppose someone else could still carry you if it doesn't."

"Is the tattoo gonna be expensive?"

". . . No."

"Oh, good. - do you know how to do them or are we gonna go to someone else?"

"Someone else."

"When?"

"Whenever you want.  - That is, to go see someone who matches up seamsters with projects.  I don't know any tattoo artists personally."

"Where'd you get yours?"

"Elsewhere."

He does not seem to wanna talk. She will just... nibble on her foods and sing to Cathei, then.

He'll listen in silence awhile.

"If you start off at a high enough level you could make your own flying carpet," he eventually suggests.

"- start off at a high enough level? What's that mean?"

"Of magical sewing ability.  There are seven.  . . . Or I guess there are eight and one of them is zero, apparently."

"Is it about how fast you can sew?"

"And how powerful the items you can make are.  There are a few other things but those two are generally the most important."