Will took care in rolling the tapestry back up, handling it like the precious thing that it was. Thank you seemed absurdly inadequate. It didn't even begin to cover it. All he'd really done was make her some furniture; she had woven them hope, real and tangible.
"Thank you," he said it anyway, because they were the only words he had. "This... this means everything, Elaine. Truly. Thank you."