Valdis never imagined she'd end up sitting patiently while someone else tended to an injury in such a mortal manner. The smooth needlework pinched every so often, but otherwise didn't bother her much, she was too busy thinking about the aspect for the discomfort to take her attention.

"He might not be meant to be accessible," she said absently, "But that doesn't mean he isn't...I once spoke to someone imprisoned inside of his own mind. True, he tried to kill me later, but that seems to be how most of my friendships begin."