Pel gives him a discerning look before nodding once. If he was a human, she would be warier. As it is, they are simply two working elves in proximity of one another. Also, the man is among the least threatening-looking people she has ever seen, with his sad face, sad slump, sad hair.

"Not at all." She thinks it's very sensible, people doing their own mending. None of this nonsense about Orlesian chevaliers having to learn how to knit.