It was what it was

They had started being able to collect some of the wool from their alpacas and that got his mind working for what they could make with it. He wasn't the most skilled or dexterous crafter around, but he got by and it at least gave him a task he could do while staying inside the warm castle. While most of his wounds were healed from the encounter he had when saving Aranea, he did have a few that were more fresh from the saber cat fight on his cheek and shoulder. They were just surface lacerations and weren't as concerning as the cracked rib he had gotten from the giant wolf, but still not things he wanted to aggravate with anything rigorous like sparring and long patrols. That restrained him to staying near the castle for the most part and he was going to go stir crazy if he didn't find a task to keep him occupied.

He found some of the rolls of cloth they had scavenged from around the castle and wondered if he could replicate something like the old pillows that were on the bed he had in his room. He was pretty sure those were filled with feathers since there had been a hole on the side of one of them when he first moved into the room and there was a feather trying to escape through it, but wool was soft and fluffy so he couldn't imagine that it would make bad pillows. He brought the cloth, wool, and a container of pine pitch over to one of the fire places in the main hall of the castle so that he'd have a heat source to warm up the adhesive - as well as stay warm while he worked.

Just as he was about to get started, he spotted his daughter across the room and smiled softly. "Jane!" he called out to her, "I'm going to try making some pillows. Would you like to help? I could use an extra set of paws."

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