Shared Misery

Sirius offered to take her and the little woman grinned. "Be prepared to be my pack horse, brother dear." If she was making a journey to a place that had such treasures, she was coming back with full paws. That went without saying.

As the pair worked on their light giving trinkets, Sirius laid out his idea. "Metalwork, eh? Difficult to mold, but it can be done." It wasn't something that she was good at simply because she lacked the power in her small frame. Metal could be heated though and shapes could be extracted from it. Metal sheets weren't exactly in ample supply though and so it would have to be done precisely and sparingly.

With a bit of rabbit skin, Iolaire began wiping out the glass jars. "I've been thinking about keeping bees. Honey all the time. Wax can be used for candles. Do I have time for bees though?" Io gave a shrug. "Is there anyone that you'd like to see be more responsible? Have a particular task or job?" If she could train someone to help her look after a few hives, that would lessen the stress on her.