Rosethorn sees the pile of clothing and sits down next to Zulf. "Do you need a hand with the sewing?" She hasn't had to do her own except when traveling in a very long time. Her lover is a stitch witch, after all. Still, Rosethorn knows how to spin and how to sew.

A hand reaches out to brush over the clothing. "Red for blood and for mourning," she says softly. The echo of Trader customs makes her think of Daja, a foster daughter who isn't here in the Bastion.