She grinned at Sansa, brushing a lock of her gold hair from her face, leaving a smear of soot across her brow. Her project was not going as easily as she hoped, but there was at least a simple design of the plants she had found, if only to act as a basic record. Until she managed to find better charcoal, she would be forced to stomach her crude designs.

Her eyes flew across Sansa's work, admiring her work and tiny stitches. She was a talented seamstress, a sign of her good upbringing. "A pocket on the front?" She wasn't certain about the design of it. While she didn't want to criticize her friend's ideas, it didn't create a pretty picture in her mind. "Wouldn't it draw the eye too much? Why not tucked within the folds?"

She lightly fingered the fabric. It was rough and coarse, clearly meant for those that focused on difficult labor. "Is it for your brother?" She glanced down at the paper, a grimace at her poor work. "I was trying to sketch the plants I found as a record for what is in the woods, but I am no real artist."