Sansa tracked the movement of Zia's fingers and her lips part as she started to tell her about the black mark but stopped while her friend continued to speak. Distracted briefly, she glanced down at the shirt that she was making as she shrugged a little. "I wish that I could make it more fashionable but that isn't the purpose of it. With fabric being scarce, I don't want to waste any of it on little details."

And she sounded truly pained over the idea but she was trying to be sensible rather than fashionable. There was a chance that it was a foolish idea but she thought maybe her aunt would like it. Or perhaps her father.

But now she found herself frowning at the fabric, chewing at her bottom lip as she started to think that maybe it was a stupid idea. She wasn't so far gone on it yet that she couldn't undo it all and start anew. Glancing up to the blonde, she smiled gently and leaned forward to look at the book. "I think you're doing well. Perhaps you could take a small part of the different plants and press them between the pages?"