"I spent multiple days making your bonnet, from my perspective.  From yours and the world's, four hours."

"Wow, that sounds... pretty yikes!"

"'Yikes'?"

"Like it would suck? You must be exhausted."

"I just slept."

"After four days! But thank you so much." She pets her baby, who waves her tiny arm.

- He seems like he's about to say something but gets distracted watching Cathei.

Rabka is petting her downy hair and singing a lullaby.

He keeps watching for a moment, then goes off to make the nappy.  He's done before she finishes the song.

Then she will get the nappy on before Cathei pees on anything! "There you go, li'l squishy-squash."

"...you probably don't want us to keep living here forever, do you. I'm not sure where we should be going though?"

"I don't know yet.  You can stay here until I think of something."

"Thank you. You're so nice."

"Oh.  You're welcome."

"Isn't there anything I can do for you?"

"I don't need any rugs and I don't know what else you can do."

"I'm good in bed!" she chirps.

"No thank you."

"Oh well. If you think of anything though."

"I will let you know."

She resumes singing to her baby.

He listens.

In a pause between songs, after a few of them, he notes: "It's not the same as if I stayed up for four days doing something that wasn't sewing.  You shouldn't factor it into how much you owe me as if it was."

"...okay, but you still got my baby back for me and that's still really important."

"I did you a great service, yes.  But the cost to me was not great."