When the other whore held a hand in front of his mouth she blushed, mouthing<em>sorry</em>that she had caught him with a question at just such a time. She took another bite of her own apple and listened, leaning forward curiously when his arm was extended to look at the bracelets around the male's elegant wrists. His hands would look amazing in the right gloves she thought randomly before refocusing on the bracelets and smiling. Maybe she could tempt him into making some sort of project together, with her sewing and his jewelry. Maybe they could be friends. Fi felt silly for how slender a thing she was trying to grab onto and make into something more but it was in her nature and Papa had always encouraged her dreaming, so she let go of that slight shame and simply listened as Adi talked, relaxing herself.<br/><br/>The mention of an orphanage did make her brow furrow, and she bit down on her lower lip, wishing she had known before she had spoken so warmly of her own family. But then, no, that wouldn't have been right to do. It still broke her heart to think of what it must have been like to wait, wait and hope to be chosen, to be taken home and she nearly reached out and touched him before realizing it might be over stepping her bounds. She didn't want to make him uncomfortable.<br/><br/>But then he had reached for her hand and she let him take it, her cheeks blushing as he tied one of his creations around her pale wrist, a pretty thing of blue and green, so soft in hue. Her aquamarine eyes were wide, blinking as he told her that it was a wish bracelet. She giggled softly, returning his bright smile with one of her own, the sadness from thinking of her father chased away for now. "Oh that's a lovely thing, what she encouraged you to do, and you are so talented at it."<br/><br/>She drew her wrist close again, once he released it and turned her hand, admiring the bracelet openly. "This is so well done. I could share some of my supplies with you if you like; I've no hand for making jewelry but I make all my own clothing, so I have lots of threads and fabrics and metals and gems and such, no real jewels of course, just paste, but they are really very pretty." She reached for the water, twisting out the cork and smiling. "That is of course, if you wanted that. I really don't mean to assume anything at all I just...get well excited and tend to get a bit caught up in it." She blushed then, aware it could be a flaw, though some clients enjoyed it.