the first cut is the deepest

Brandr continued working on his braid, moving in steady, precise motions in order to achieve his goal. This first strap would be a short one, more of a prototype than anything. Soon he'd finished and he removed the rock from the strands, eyeing it for a moment. He could see where he needed to make areas of improvement but it wasn't half bad. It would work for a test anyway.

He listened as Twig spoke and let a moment of silence fall between them, a frown casting a shadow across his face. Brandr nodded. "I know that feeling. No matter what I try, nothing seems to do the trick. I feel like I should know what to do…" He sighed. "However, I suppose that's not being fair to either of us. No one at any point gave us all life's answers. The best we can do is keep trying. I hope that now that we're settled back into Abaven and the worst is over that maybe we can heal along with the land."