Dwight
"I don't think it can. It's not a hard language, at least not for creatures like us."

Her hands moved to settle at her sides, no longer moving. She could see that they were watching her, and as such she wanted to be a bit less interesting. Her pouch contained nothing valuable, but rather her communication aids. She'd be very sorry to lose them, though making more would be more annoying than anything else. Her gaze drifted to Io. Were they all right? There was tension in their body, and their antennae were no longer moving. Best not to question it.

"Oh. Yes I do! I am a seamstress. This cloak is one of my most recent."

The mothfolk turned in a small circle, showing off the pattern once more. She was proud of it, and she thought it was a perfect example of her 'fancy sewing'. Her upper hands lifted to gently brush the fabric back into place as she stopped her little turn. She seemed quite pleased with herself, wings giving a little buzz.

"I do know how to sew fancy things. Did you need something?

She tittered lightly, mostly to herself. She found this phrasing to be somewhat funny. At least funny enough to warrant a reaction. Her next response came with a slight delay. 

"No, no. Azai is not here. We do look very similar though. It is possible you've seen her before, maybe?"

The mothfolk paused.

"Have you been in this area long? Or before?"
Janice
Had their staring at Vhun's pouch been noticed? Either way, Io noticed that she moved her hands away from them. Damn it. She'd looked like she was just about to open it, too, answering the burning question sitting in Io's mind. Well, there was only one way to find out what it was - one way that wouldn't get them arrested, at least. "What's in there?" Io blurted out, pointing at the thing with their lower left hand. Their antennae relaxed somewhat upon asking the question, finding that doing so helped a little.

Io leaned in slightly to examine the cloak as Vhun spun around. Yeah, they had to admit, it looked gorgeous. "Man, I wish I could sew like that," Io mused. What would they use such a talent for? Not much, probably, but it would be nice to be good at it. "It looks real good. Didya make that all by yourself?" Wait, were the rest of her clothes handmade too? Sure, they weren't as fancy as the cloak, but still much fancier than what Io was wearing. Very impressive either way.

"I don't think I need anything? Was just curious. Then again..." Lowering their head, Io gazed at their own cloak, the tears in the bottom part of the thing. "I mean, I know that if I try to fix this thing, it'll probably end up looking like shit. Can't sew a straight line to save my life, y'know?" That was a bit of an exaggeration, Io would probably be fine at it, but it would look nowhere near as good as having a professional do it. If Vhun offered it, Io might take her up on it - of course they would pay for it as well, they weren't about to ask someone to do something like that for free.

Letting out a hum, Io considered that for a moment. "I don't think I've seen any other mothfolk here? Though, I haven't been here for long either. Just kinda came here to get away from it all, y'know?" Technically that wasn't a lie, although Io kept the details of what 'it all' was vague. Vhun didn't have to know about the whole fiasco that had landed them here.
Dwight
So she had been right. The other mothfolk had been looking at her pouch. This was no issue, really. Vhun thought it was best to simply explain rather than refuse to answer. Was it a little embarrassing? Yes. Was it still a fact of her life? Yes. Perhaps this individual would judge, or perhaps not. If they did, she'd simply walk away. The stakes were low.

"Cards. I have phrases I use a lot on them, and then a charcoal stick and a few pieces of parchment to write anything else that comes up."

Vhun seemed to inflate with pride at the compliment, lifting all four of her shoulders to scrunch up. Both sets of her arms moved to tuck behind her back, clasping there lightly. She gave a happy nod, listening along as they continued to speak, then slowly leaning forward to look at their cloak. It wasn't a necessary gesture, given that she could see just fine, but rather one born out of interactions with humanoids. Due to the nature of her eyes, it was often difficult for them to determine where exactly she was looking. To account for this, she made an effort to turn her head and body as much as she could.

"I would be happy to fix that for you, if you would like. I don't think it would take very long at all."

She'd have to ask, but Vhun thought if she could get her hands on the garment for a day or two, she could put something of beauty over the sewn seam. It would be difficult to match the color of the thread exactly, and she thought that hiding the mending with a little decoration would be wise. Or she could just fix it.

"I understand. Azai isn't the sociable type anyway. She has a problem like me, kind of. Her voice just sounds weird."

Vhun paused.

"I do not mean that it's a bad thing, it's just what she tells me."

The woman paused once more, thinking.

"How long will you stay?"
Janice
They seemed to relax at what Vhun told them, nodding a couple of times. Just some cards then? That wasn't anything worth stealing. Io seemed a lot calmer suddenly, once more interlocking the fingers of their upper hands behind their head in a stance that was much more casual. "That's pretty clever of you. Wish I had some of those when I first got here. There were some... Growing pains." Coming to a new land without understanding the language at all, it had not been a pleasant few months.

Io let out a light chuckle upon seeing Vhun's proud reaction, though it wasn't out of malice. They were glad that their words had made her feel that way. "That'd be great, if you wanna do that. I already got some of the matching thread." Io grabbed the spool out of their pocket, holding it out. A trained eye would probably see that there was a slight color difference between this thread and their cloak, with their cloak being a slightly lighter shade, but Io hadn't noticed. " 'Course I'll pay you for the trouble, I don't wanna be no thief." Ironic, considering their profession.

"But how long's not long? I'm only planning to stay here for a couple days. Gotta take care of my pa, y'know? Can't leave that old fool along for too long, or he'll start eating the wood for the fireplace." Io chuckled once more at that. They didn't say the statement in a mean way, there was a clear joking undertone in their voice. It was the way that family members teased each other, there wasn't anything malicious behind it.

"Weird how?" They questioned curiously. Of course Io wondered what such a statement meant, though if Vhun didn't want to talk about it, that was fair enough. Was a weird voice really a reason not to be sociable? Io knew plenty of people with weird voices, and all of them were great. Maybe this one was some special flavor of weird? Although that thought only made them even more curious.
Dwight
"I can imagine. I began to learn to understand the language when I was very young, but it is very different hearing a mothfolk speak Common compared to someone with a tongue and teeth like a humanoid."

This was the best way Vhun could think of to describe this, returning to wringing her hands between each other. This gesture was somewhat distracting, given that her hands were slightly out of sync with one another. This fidgeting gesture lasted for only a moment or two, her hands once more moving to fold behind her body.

"I would be happy to. It shouldn't take me very long at all."

Once more, she leaned forward to examine the thread and cloak. The damage didn't look to severe, but the thread didn't match all that well. Her lower right hand lifted to hold both pieces together, head lightly tilting. She didn't think that this person noticed now, but they certainly would once they were combined.

"These colors are not the same. Is that fine with you? I can embroider something over the seam if you would like, so that it looks like a decoration. Otherwise, I don't think anyone would notice it from a distance. It is just about preference."

She waved her hand at the mention of payment.

"It would cost you really nothing, as I am using your thread."

She thought for a minute as Io asked their next question, head gaining a very light tilt as she did. This again was an intentional gesture, the mothfolk wanting it to be clear that she wasn't dead-eyed staring.

"Azai is not good at spacing out words. She is a little too self conscious about it, I think."