Loretta had never even contemplated carrying thread and needle on her, but locating those supplies in the tavern wasn't too difficult. The bartender who was still keeping watch at the bar didn't even charge her for the supplies. Sitting once again by the fire, she silently went about her task. The fire helped dry the damp clothes as she worked and after she threaded the needle, she found that sewing came quite naturally to her. The thread pattern wasn't too messy and the actual process came easily. She pondered over that for a moment, wondering if this was muscle memory of the body she resided in or if it was from her own past, but her conclusions would be of little consequence.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot up at the door before it was even flung open. Heavy steps made the announcement of someone approaching abundantly clear. If whoever sent the imp had sent yet another lackey their way, this would be an incredibly counter intuitive entrance. Once the door was flung open, she studied the character curiously. His aura seemed familiar; perhaps it was because it seemed similar to Erebus'.