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Okay, sure, cutting up fabric was by far not the most exciting craft Ember had ever done in her life, but hey, anything to help out her sweet brother. Em would have done anything for Solaire, as was now evident with how she was sitting in front of bolts of fresh clean fabric and cutting them into thick strips to be used as bandages and gauze. As she unwound the bolts, Ember would use her razor sharp feline claws to cut through the delicate material, shaping it out to the lengths and widths her brother specified before handing them over to him to finish wrapping into bandages. It was an easy, repetitive, and mundane task, but it made Solaire happy, so it made her happy by extension. "No worries, Sol. I can't imagine how long it'd take you to do all this on your own. There's just so much fabric!" she remarked, eyeing the massive bolts of fabric he had procured. She didn't know about her brother's eye condition, she just assumed he'd wanted the help to make the work go by faster.

Ember glanced up from her work to look over at their companions sitting idle in the corner, Nocturne perched upon Dovleac's head and studying the capybara like he was some foreign creature, occasionally giving his head an experimental tap with his beak to make sure the impassive thing was still alive. It made Ember giggle, but her attention was soon returned to her brother as he struck up some idle conversation. "Oh, ya know, just practicing with my new sword. You know how serious Dad is about making sure we're 'being responsible with those weapons, you know they're not toys'," she replied, doing her best mock imitation of Artorias' voice. She flashed a playful grin at her brother as she passed him a few more cut bandages to wrap. "What about you? What've you been up to? Besides singing songs to the plants in the greenhouse." She teased him, but only because she knew her brother could take it. If it was Vendrick, he'd probably start crying as soon as she poked fun at him.

"Ember Carpathius"