"If thread's all you wanted," Teren mutters, a bit distractedly, but pauses with a hand at her pouch-- that isn't free, and it's bound to get all tangled if they're dragging it about every which way. Cedric's sleeve it is.

She begins to tease the fabric apart with her nails into little clumps.
"We'll want to make landmarks instead," she advises, "cavern's big. Don't want to run out."