I watched him as he went over to the quilts. I saw how he took in the work and saw the look of him being impressed. I smiled slightly as he took a closer look. It was nice to see someone look at what I could do and be able to use it, even if it was to take it apart. It was still being used in my case and it made me happy. I thought to myself to save more scraps and store them in the chest if he ever needed more. I watched as he got up and bowed to me. I flushed slightly and watched him leave. I waved back and went to close the window. I locked it and huffed to myself and closed the curtains. I then went to clean up the quilts and put them back in the trunk. I then settled back on the bed with my book and was thinking on helping him with things. Why are you thinking that? The thought snapped at me. Why are you helping a stranger that stole from the store and then left without warning? I fought my questioning side and was relaxing with my calmer and nicer side of my mind. The side that wanted to help everyone that didn't get the help many should give them.<br/><br/>For the next few days, I collected scraps and thread for the Thief. I paid for them myself, claiming that I was going to make more quilts. My employer just let me be and vanished like he always did. But he acted strange and it was setting me on edge.