A small sound of acknowledgment, directed at the sewing. After several seconds' pause, Teren remarks, "rotten luck."

She casts a measuring, inscrutable glance up at Vega, the rhythm of her hand unerring. "I suppose you shall have to make the most of it." Riftwatch being both no place for an untrained civilian and the only place for shardbearers does present its problems.

"How are you with a blade?"