Janice
"It was difficult to learn, that's for sure. And Dwarvish? Even harder. Still can't say a lotta them words properly to this day. But I can make myself understandable and that's what counts, ain't it?" To be living down here but unable to speak the language, that sounded like a massive pain in the ass. Io really was glad their father had taught them well. It was a shame they'd never been able to teach him Ivathi.

When Vhun mentioned the thread's color looked different, Io's right antenna perked up in surprise as the moth took a closer look at it and the cloak. "Ah shit, you're right," They said, although the swear was in Common, as Io had never learned Ivathi swear words - if they even existed at all. "Eh, whatever, it's no biggie. Doesn't have to be nothing fancy, I just want this hole to be fixed."

The thought of not giving her payment in return, though, that didn't feel entirely right. "Are you sure? I got plenty of money, I can afford it. It's cool, really. Don't wanna be in debt to you and all that." Well, if she kept insisting, Io probably would have to accept. It did feel a little odd for a thief to be so insistent about not getting something for free, but Io wasn't going to question that right now.

Quietly waiting for Vhun to respond to the question, Io turned their head to gaze around the market, instinctively noting people that looked like easy targets. That lady over there, holding her bag so far away from her body, it would be so easy to take from her. The moth absently questioned how there were people that could see something like that and not immediately want to take advantage of it.

Luckily, before Io had a chance to get too lost in those thoughts, Vhun spoke up again, telling them of her sister. "Is that all?" They said, head tilted to the right, antennae flopping to that side. "Is it really something to be self conscious about?" Io paused, then quickly added; "No offense, of course."
Dwight
"I don't know any Dwarvish. I think I'd just have to never understand anything again if that was the only language. I just understand Aarakrockian. I understand that and I can speak a little of it. It's... A pain. I think our mouths are not meant to make those sounds."

Oh good. She was glad that she hadn't made them change their mind on the fix. Some people got all embarrassed if they brought her the wrong thing. That was why she discouraged it. It was good that this moth wasn't so worried about it. She wished she could be as calm as that. Vhun herself had quite the stockpile of slightly incorrectly colored thread in her home, much of it being the brown by-products of the creation of her current cloak.

"If you really want to pay me you are more than welcome, but this will take me only a few minutes. If you would like to pay me in company while I find somewhere to sit and work, you are more than welcome to do so."

Conversation, much like the offer to pay by wearing her clothing to a party full of people who might purchase in the future, was not a currency Vhun was often interested in. However, she really did want a friend. As she spoke, the woman began to slowly drift out from the main street, toward where she knew there would be a bench. The movement was very slow, but not so slow that it wasn't noticeable. 

"I think I explained it poorly. It is hard to explain though. She just sounds very strange. Can't quite figure out how to not talk like she's speaking Ivathi when she's speaking Common."
Janice
Io chuckled lightly, their wings fluttering slightly with the sound, kicking up the bottom of their cloak, which in turn kicked up some sand and other dust from the ground. "Don't think I woulda been able to speak other languages if my pa hadn't taught me so well." Aarakocran, huh? That one was probably pretty useful, up there in the sky. So it made sense that Io never learned it.

"Only a few minutes? Huh, you're really good at this then, aren't ya? Woulda taken me an hour at least to fix it." Io was glad to hear it, though. It meant they wouldn't have to be without the thing for very long, and they did like wearing it, currently to hide their bag, but also to hide their damaged wing. Actually... Would Vhun judge them for it, if she saw it? There was only one way to find out, they supposed.

They absently put a hand in their pocket, pulling out a few coins. That oughta be more than enough, probably. Io held out their hand, presenting the money. "Just take it. I got enough anyhow, and I'm sure you can use it to make some more fancy clothing." At least then the money would go to a worthy cause, instead of being pocketed by the Thieves' Guild's Master - not like Io would ever say that out loud, of course. There were always ears listening.

As Vhun started leaving, Io followed her, sauntering casually, upper hands still folded behind their head. It seemed they were supposed to follow her, so that's what they did, hoping they hadn't guessed wrong.
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"Hmm, I see," They replied, thinking that over momentarily. "That sounds pretty hard to deal with." After years of doing so with little to no issue, Io couldn't imagine what it was like to be unable to speak Common. "I guess there's other ways to communicate when necessary. Like your cards and writing and whatnot." Was it really that rare to speak Common amongst the mothfolk? Maybe Io should have been a translator instead of a thief. Oh well, they were too late to get out now. Besides, being a translator sounded like a lotta work, and if there was anything Io hated, it was that.
Dwight
Vhun's own wings fluttered lightly as she watched Io. She didn't know what else to say, instead she gave a very small nod. She supposed it was simply the result of their environments. Perhaps she was a lot more capable than she thought, at least in terms of ability to speak the language. She'd always considered herself to be physiologically incapable, but maybe that wasn't the case. Or maybe it was. Such variation within individuals wasn't unheard of, especially given that she and all her siblings had the same troubles.

"I like to think that I am!"

She straightened slightly at this, hands moving to tuck back behind her back. She couldn't help but wonder how it would take an hour to fix such a small hole. She didn't think that she'd have any issue doing it within ten or fifteen minutes. Well, so long as she didn't get sidetracked. Somehow, she didn't think that would be an issue.

The mothfolk did give a strange half-headshake, half-nod as Io held out the money. The end gesture was something that resembled a strange roll of the head. However, she did take the money, tucking it into her lower left hand.

"I... Certainly can. Thank you."

Another gesture of the head followed, this one being a clear-cut nod.

"We make do. It isn't hard. Now, shall we sit?"

Vhun gestured to the bench she'd led the two to. She wanted to get to work, and she didn't want Io looming.