Clotho's eyes brightened. That was an idea! She couldn't spare Elaine's friends their ordeal, but the thread of her spindle could help Elaine guide them through it. It certainly couldn't hurt! "I'll be right back," she said, jumping up and heading for the stairs with a purpose.
Atropos snorted, but there was a wry fondness in her expression. "She's going to load you down with as much thread as you can carry, you know. Heart as soft as a damn marshmallow. Still," she added, sipping her tea, "there's potential in any yarn spun by her hand. Don't waste it, is my advice."