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Tyila eyed the inner patch with curiosity, noting that, yes, it was sort of...unraveling on its own. Taking thread from there would be easy, and made sense. In the back of her mind, she certainly agreed with the idea to repair the unwinding edge once they had what was needed. If that seam burst next, she'd be back in this same position. In fact, once she had enough thread, maybe she'd just firm up every seam. If she had her way, this tunic would last until threadfall itself ended. Until she and T'rel were both old and as gray and faded as the tunic would no doubt be by then.

She nodded along at the idea to talk to a trader about it. "Would buying it unfaded be cheaper? I imagine it'd cost a bit more to have them dye it." And what would they do with the rest of the dye? To her untrained mind, she imagined some far-off crafter making a huge vat of dye...just to dip in her thread. Perhaps the color could be used...but it was just a faded version of a brighter, more popular, probably, color. Getting it and fading it herself seemed more logical.

"Well, uhm," She suddenly recalled Ichta's own project. "What about your green? The color, I mean. If it's not here...could we order it too? It'd make more sense to get both at once, right? Or at least, uhm, let me help find it? Since you've helped me, I mean." She wanted to offer to help work on the tapestry too, but then...she'd probably just make a mess of it. That sort of thing was far beyond her skills. But then...maybe she could watch, and learn.