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[Back at the beach, sprawled out on a long folding chair. Across her stomach is a bolt of black fabric, embroidered delicately with gold and being sewn into a sleeve. There's a bag at her side, filled with an open sewing kit and a few fashion magazines she has no intention of returning to the library.]
[It's still the morning but she's been up since Acumen's sun has risen, caught somewhere between the tolerable repetition of her task and the splash of water at a distance.]
[Maybe she'll go back to see the kittens later...]