Liam nodded at her answer, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze before he let her go. "Well then, I'll go get some ice for you." He murmured with another nod, finally climbing off the couch to hurry to the kitchen and fill a plastic ziploc bag with ice. It was better than a paper towel or a paper bag, for when the ice melted then Sam's clothes wouldn't get wet. What could have happened that made Samira's hands so weak? She seemed to love sewing just as much as he did!

"Hm..." As he left he paused to look for some sort of aspirin or something to help numb the pain in her hands...unfortunately he found none. What an inconvenience. "There's never any of that stuff whenever I want it, only when I don't..."

He did eventually get back to Sam to give her the bag of ice, sitting beside her on the couch once more to pick up his shirt and look at the symbol she had started. "When it's finished, what will it mean?" It wasn't blatantly obvious just yet since obviously he understood that it was incomplete.

((Edit: AWESOME! XD I started page 8, how fitting~!))