She sits hunched over her work, as close to the small candle as possible. Her fingers are quick and neat as she repairs the tear in his trousers, and he leans against the wall, letting the cool stones soothe the ache in his back as he watches. It's been a long day of hard work, but he's finally managed to get the oak varnish just right. Varnishing is hell on his clothes, though, and he's grown used to wash his shirt every night. The tear in the trousers was from when he walked home, though. In the darkness he didn't see the abandoned bin on the corner and collided with it. He has a spectacular bruise on his shin, but that's alright. It's the clothes that worry him: he only owns one pair of trousers and he needs them whole for work. Luckily Luna is a better seamstress then him, and when she holds up the repaired trousers to show her work, beaming with pride, he smiles back at her. The stitching is the neatest he's ever seen. But he can't help wishing she hadn't used pink thread.