Willie
The cat's tail flicked here and there, as it continued to stare at Vhun and all of her crafts around the stall. A plaintive 'Tk-tk.' came from the shadows again, before it spoke once more, in that spectrally displaced echo.

"You know, master. This one hasn't said a thing and they're far more friendly than you. You should consider trying to talk less, too."
Ivan
She waves a hand towards the familiar, batting it lightly in the chest as she gives a little snort at the dig. Otherwise, looking at Vhun, Aewerin wasn't well aware of the Mothfolk's gender or nature. But, she looked concernedly, and then curiously, at her own damaged robes, trying to ascertain Vhun's perspective from their alien features.

Aewerin bent, a few small pops coming from her back that noisily accompanied the charcoal writing as an off-beat percussion. But, after a breath to recompose herself, Aewerin whispers back towards Vhun once she read the question.

"I'd like-... Hmm." She tap-tap-taps her chin, rolling her eyes a moment as she searches the clouds inside her head for answers. Eventually coming to it, the mage nodded again.

"Embroidered over. The earth's more beautiful for its breaks, revealing all the gems underneath. I'd like this the same way. A break into something beautiful." She gives a little grin, more eager at the prospect after saying it.

"I think I'm confident in you- very much so. I'm not sure why - intuition. How much would you like for this?"
Christina
Vhun's large eyes remained blankly trained on Aewerin at least they appeared to. She'd tilted her head back up to the elf before her, though truly her gaze was still set on the garment below. It was rude, she knew, to not lift her head when she was talking to someone. Granted, the direction her head was facing wasn't necessarily the best indication as to where she was looking, but this elf clearly didn't know that.

As the mage finally spoke, Vhun visibly perked up. The fingers on her lower set of hands tapped the table, upper set rather quickly retrieving the parchment. Finally! Someone who was interested in doing something a little bit interesting. She was quite certain that given a little bit of creative freedom she could make this look nice, and without the concern of invisibility, the mend had just become quite a lot easier. Well. Sort of. It was difficult in a different way now.

*That depends on what you'd like over it. I could copy the filigree. Or do something else. Complexity and time. More if you'd like it done on a rush.*

The writing wasn't as neat this time, this perhaps being the best sign of enthusiasm on the part of the mothfolk. Her wings had slowly spread further, her posture seeming to improve as she stared at the elf before her. Rather suddenly, all four of her hands darted away from their previous positions, scrambling back to shuffle through her deck of cards. The book was left for Aewerin. It seemed she'd forgotten something she had a card for.

*What's your name?*

This one was missing its lower right corner. If Aewerin was paying attention to the deck, it seemed they were organized by missing corner, though the deck was a bit out of order.
Ivan
The Mage had crossed her arms, cupping her own elbows now as her interest plucked her mind free of more alluring anxieties. Something she could focus on and enjoy, she thought, was before her. So, she smiled just a bit brighter as she watched the writing and waited again.

Tilting her head in consideration, Aewerin returned to that thoughtful tapping, a ruminating rapping, rapping at her chin's floor. After a while, and with a flowering flourish of her finger into a pose pointing firmly at the firmament, she responded with an almost sing-song cadence.

"I think-... I'd like to trust you to what you think would look best. I came here because you were fettering so, and I thought that someone so focused on something small would care more than someone selling." She chuckles, quite sincere in her words. That had drawn her, more than the Mothfolk's curious look.

At the next card, Aewerin traced a finger over her stone again, as she spoke, so that Vhun would have both speak and spell to learn.

"Aewerin." She said, just the same as the rock wrote, in Common and Elvish. In the latter, almost seeming like vines interlaced into art.

"What is your name? I'd like to keep it, even if we part after today."
Willie
The cat, perched and sat on the table's mat, tilted his head at his master's growing enthusiasm. Perhaps his words had stricken more true than he thought. So, the shadow remained quiet, as he let Aewerin enjoy something she found.