"—right. That's a good idea." She tucks hers into her pocket and immediately misses its weight at her hip.

"I need a bit of cloth this big"—he framed a rectangle with his fingers—"and needle and thread. Back at the room?"

He gives Starless a scratch as well. The horse seems to tolerate it.

"Back at the room. Oh, I should've asked Claree to let me pocket needles and scissors—I think I do remember some spools of thread going past, but if there were needles or scissors I missed them. I can double-check." She investigates her Pocket Inventory as she gives Starless a final pat and turns away.

"The innkeep might have some."

Link follows her.

"No needles and no scissors," she concludes, after a blessedly brief and mostly mental rummage. "Let's ask Milo."

He can lend them his own needles and scissors, if they give them back tomorrow morning.

"We'll be very quick with them!" she promises, the picture of earnest innocence.

Milo nods and gets back to wiping up.

And once situated, Link can stitch a cover flap over his Sheikah Slate holster.

"Very tidy. I'll get the needles and scissors back to Milo."

Milo takes his tools back and wishes her a good night.

When she's up, Link has shed all of his new Sheikah-made weapons and put them up against the wall. He gestures at them hopefully.

Pocket pocket pocket! (Un un un.)

"And I can vanish things away into my pockets, so whatever you don't want to carry with you all the time, I can put away for convenience."

"We could get separated," Link points out. "I need weapons and food on me in battle anyway."

"Well, yes. But—if the next person I show my trick to hands you another full set of weapons, then I can put away whichever ones you can't manage to pack, and we'll still have access to them."

"Sure." Though, on the topic of strange power shenanigans, he was meaning to ask, "Should you get armor? Light or heavy."

"Oh, right! I meant to try that, but I forgot. I've been forgetting what I mean to do a lot and I should pocket some writing materials so I stop doing that. Blink, please?"

And in the brief instant when he isn't looking at her: poof! A perfectly fitted stealth outfit.

"Oh good," she says, pleased. "I suspect these stealth outfits of being difficult for my strange clothing-related powers to copy, because I need to be familiar with an outfit before I can change into it, more or less. But even if I can't make my own stealth outfit, I can refit one that I've pocketed. Meaning any armor we get for you, as long as I pocket it, I can change into my own version the moment no one's looking at me, and it will fit me perfectly. And I should pocket it all anyway for convenience. ...blink again? I want to go back to my normal travel clothes."

Link blinks on command.

"I don't know if the stealth outfit is very protective... but if you're learning from them you should use their armor," he decides. These people look like they know what they're doing.

"Yes. And when Verro finishes making you that armor, I can pocket it, and then if a Yiga suddenly attacks us on the road I can throw something at their face and instantly have armor on. Strategic pocket nonsense. ...though I don't actually know anything about how to wear armor properly and move around in it and so on, and should perhaps learn before I rely too hard on that trick."

"We might need to find the sword first," Link says. "Sword that seals the darkness? Am I supposed to have it?"

"Yes. It is currently sunk into the ground right in front of the Deku Tree, and you will need to recover some of your strength—a considerable amount of your strength—before you can pull it up again. —I wanted to be sure no one else would make off with it."

"Ah." He remembers, "Where Hestu lives."

So he needs to get on figuring out this ancient Sheikah power situation.

"Mhm." Nod. "I left directions for you in a few places but since I'm here with you I can just tell you myself."

"Well." He's suddenly impatient to sleep to see if he manages to assimilate the mystery power that way. "Sleep?"

It's not very late, but they have been running and riding all day.

"Sleep!" she agrees cheerfully, climbing into bed and swapping out her travel clothes for sleeping clothes as soon as she's underneath a blanket. "Goodnight, Link."