If I’m not the one sitting there thinking about Qunlat forever, you don’t owe me anything. I’ve been needing to go visit anyway.

If you want to give my mom something, though,

[ is a suggestion, born not of any expectation Asaara would have, but of Xiomara hustling to advocate for for her as a matter of course, ]

she always wants sewing needles. The good kind. The blacksmith can’t make something delicate to save his life, so whenever someone loses a needle it’s the apocalypse.