"I paint, and embroider, and I grow things," Elaine said, looking between the three women, her gaze lingering on Atropos the longest. "But you doubt it will work. Or you doubt the sense in it."
There was a power in planting a tree of protection, perhaps, and those sorts of motifs did occur in her stories. So long as the tree stood, her influence would hold. She could get them to handle the seed, and then grow it in a pot in her enchanted cottage, and then give the plant back to them. Or, she could paint them into a canvas, happy and safe, and gift that painting to them. And then there was embroidery, perhaps the most symbolic when it came to weaving a narrative, but completing a tapestry would take time they just didn't have. Unless she took it through to her cottage and did it there. She would have to ask Stutely how close to completion on her wardrobe door he was.