She squeaked and jumped, clinging the dress to her chest as she turned to look at him with wide yes. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Sir, you startled me.</span>" She said and her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Thank you.</span>" she said when the sewing kit and thread appeared. She took a few deep breaths to settle her self. She looked up at him, standing there in just his shirt and blushing brightly. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">As for my staff, sir...It is, but I don't know how to make it work. See, I am only a half elf and my mother passed away when attempting to birth my little brother many years ago; so she never got the chance to show me how to use magic. My father was a tavern owner, and a good human man.</span>" She told him, looking down and sighing softly.<br/><br/>She took a step back and leaned against the table, placing the dress on the back of a chair while she tried to thread a needle. She lifted her arms to bring it up to see better in the dimmer light of the library and the shirt lifted a little more but she never realized it. She finally managed to thread the needle and she picked up the dress and began mending it from the underneath. She snipped the end off and before her eyes the dress where she had sewn it looked as if it had never even been touched or torn. She stared at it with great amusement and began mending the other holes in it. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Sir, um... How would you like a roasted hare and potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight?</span>" she asked as she kept sewing, not even looking at him, which seemed to make talking to him a little more comfortable.<br/><br/>She looked up at him when she finished and smiled a sweet smile. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">I'll try and get cleaned up best i can and then i'll start dinner soon. Would it be alright if i wore this until i can wash and dry my dress?</span>" she asked, her innocence was almost too much to bear. Her sweet smile and tender voice was enough alone to make anyone wonder what the ghosts had been talking about. Surely she wasn't what they sent to him for being such a good dungeon master. But why would they send such a tiny and delicate being, and a girl at that. And someone who doesn't know how to fight or use magic. How was she supposed to be useful to him other than being some kind of free maid and chef?  Nonetheless, Analyn was at least grateful and very polite.