Grishka greeted the emerging back with a smile and a quick relacing no less! "You need a self-lacing cord with a command word." Grishka looked over her shoulder at Wilhelm, already somewhat distracted by the day's events and shook her head. 'Nah, better do that myself.'<br/><br/>On the way to the manor Grishka would go over the rudimentrary details about folding. "The basic goal is to get everything in as similar a shape as possible. Bring in the extremities, like sleeves, trying to keep everything symetrical as you fold. Thirds is probably the easiest." The woman went on and on with details about different tasks, taking careful consideration to avoid extended vocabularies or emphasising the disadvantages of a small size. As she went on till the pair neared the manor,  the sky turned a vibrant orange as the sun began to set. Grishka paused to look out at the city from the safety of the iron fence. "Atleast it's a little pretty, just before dark," she murmered as the glow warmed her typically pale skin.