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Time ticks on. The wheel of seasons turns inexorably. It’s rather surreal to Aigis, as Mythag is far and away the nicest place she’s ever lived and the best treatment she’s been given. After all she’s done, how can she possibly justify or earn such luxury?
Even though Aigis has been told time and time again that she doesn’t need to earn her space in Mythag, she also does still like feeling useful. The way she sees it, her skills are things meant to be shared. Miss Sarah taught her as much, that the joy of a talent is the joy of charity. Aigis has a talent for clothwork. Sewing, knitting, crochet– any fiber that finds its way into Aigis’s hands can find a life as well-fitting clothing in record time.
Frost begins to creep up the window panes in the morning. It’s time for Aigis to finish up her projects. It’s returning the favour for all she’s been given, it’s the way she expresses care for the people around her, all of that. Every stitch she makes in the knitting she spends all her spare time doing is a stitch made with all her childish love and care put into it.
She hopes that comes through. She thinks it does. Last winter she made scarves for all her friends, and now that winter comes once more she aims for sweaters. (There is a level of guilt that she can’t make scarves or sweaters for everyone, all her teachers included, but that is utterly beyond even Aigis.)
Frost inches up the window. Aigis’s needles click merrily, and soon Jenkin and Lily are telling her to come play snow fort with them while safely bundled in sweaters made of thick yarn and Aigis’s protective dreams. Keeper’s closet has another article of clothing hanging on a hanger. Even if they’re not here at Mythag, too, Aigis hopes it will fit when they come back, and when they next feel winter frost, they’ll be able to don it and stay safe.