"Not at all," Eula says simply. They stop to undo a gauntlet before accepting the doll - you try handling a needle in leather gloves and see how you like it - and then kneel beside the sewing kit.

"Though I can't help but wonder what called the creator of these dolls away," Eula says, setting Dollra down to pick through the sewing kit. "Even if you consider the lack of dust in the other room, the motions of the ship should have knocked things from the table if it was very long at all." Even as they speak, a round wooden spool, mostly empty of pinkish-red thread, attempts to make its escape as the Ship goes a little nose-up over a hill. Eula catches it deftly just as it falls from the table and sets it inside the kit.