Most of these are short drabbles I wrote for Flufftober last year(which I didn't finish because of life getting in the way... I may pick it back up, who knows), so they follow a prompt. All of them are set around the first major story arc of the fic, or at most when the two of them have barely landed in present Paldea.

1) First kiss

Their first kiss had been spontaneous, instinctive, urged by many little stolen glances, hands touching as they had learned words from each other, fingers brushing over drawings and letters written on paper.

Most importantly, Sada had been the one to initiate it.

After that, there had been many more first kisses.

Like the first kiss Turo had stolen from her by surprise.

He had disappeared like he always did now, with a press of a button on his bracelet and a blinding flash of white light. Sada had looked at the spot where he had been just a moment before, smiling. He would come back three days from now, he had said. She turned around, towards Winged King that was waiting to fly her back to the village, and shrieked when she felt two arms latch around her waist from behind. She struggled for a moment, before she felt Turo's beard tickle her cheek, his lips pressing softly against her neck.

« I missed you. Just wanted to let you know. » He said, and Sada realized that probably days had passed for him again. After that first time, she never asked how many days it had been.

After that there had been the first kiss they had openly shared at her village, in the communal tent, as he had finally won one of the children's games they challenged him with, and Sada had laughed and pecked him on the cheek.

The first kiss they had shared on the moon, almost floating lazily in midair as they overlooked Earth.

The first kiss they had shared after waking up in the Great Crater of Paldea, both stranded in an unfamiliar place and an unfamiliar time, huddling closer as they each sought comfort in the presence of the other.

And now, as Sada watched him out of the corner of her eye as he grumbled yet again about something not working like it did in his time (she could barely understand him when he did, but simply listened anyway), she quietly slipped in another kiss. Turo stopped mid-rant, blinked, and raised one eyebrow as he turned towards her.

« ... What was that one for?»

« The first kiss of the rest of our lives together»

2) New hobby

« Can I see?»

Sada had asked one time as they had taken refuge in one of the tents in her village. It had been snowing heavily, but the interior of the tent was surprisingly comfy, with a big fire roaring in the middle of the structure, kept alive by pinecones and little pieces of wood.

Turo looked up from the notebook and smiled, twirling the pen in his hand as he showed her the page he had been sketching. A moment later, he saw her eyes go slightly wide.

« Is... Is this...me?» Sada asked in a whisper, and Turo realized, with a little jolt of surprise, that she sounded more perplexed than surprised, or pleased.

Of course... Except still water, where else would she even get to see her own reflection?

« Yes » He nodded as he watched her take in the portrait he had been sketching, raising one hand to carefully trace the lines of the drawing.

« Where did you learn to draw like that? It's... It's so good. » She added after a moment, grabbing her own pen and notebook, eager to try.

« I just had more time. »

And resources, both in terms of tutorials and available materials.

« You have to look carefully at what you want to draw.» He tried to explain.

And there was another problem. He had thousands of reference pictures for every possible subject he could want to draw, in every possible angle, available at one swipe of his finger. Sada didn't have that luxury; she had to do everything by memory if she wanted to draw something, especially Pokémon.

Honestly, the sketches he had found in her notebook the second time he had met her were astonishing for having been done with probably no reference. She seemed to realize this because she bit her lip, thinking carefully, then flipped his notebook back a couple of pages... And her cheeks suddenly flushed, her lips stretching in a little bashful smile, so different from the enthusiastic grin he was so used to seeing.

« These... These are all me.» She muttered, throwing him a half amused, half pleased look as she pushed the notebook back in his lap.

« ... I've looked at you really carefully.»

Sada laughed, still looking somewhat embarrassed, before hiding her face behind her notebook.

3) Sick

Sada didn't like it when people got sick.

Obviously, of course. Who would? But in her case, it brought back unpleasant memories of watching her father burn up as his body got hotter and hotter, murmuring deliriously under his breath, eyes unfocused.

He barely recognized her anymore... Until the very end, when he had cried out from the tent where they had brought him in to spend his last night in relative comfort and she had rushed inside, still so small, to his side.

« Sada... You'll become such a wonderful woman... I'm glad...»

He had died not shortly after.

So when Turo had suddenly started to feel hot under her touch during one of his visits, she couldn't simply accept his reassurance that he was "fine, it's a simple fever" and he would just "take some medicine" when he got back to his own time.

« B-but what if it doesn't work?» she had asked.

She had seen Winged King's injury disappear almost like magic, but... But this was different! This was... The Blood-Fire. Inside the body. You couldn't see it. What if it was actually a spirit creature using some of their invisible powers to curse him?

So she had dragged him to Narjik. The shaman had listened carefully to her worries, then examined Turo as he had grabbed some herbs from his pile.

Turo had looked particularly uncomfortable as the man had suddenly grabbed his head to move it up and down while examining him his eyes, before finally giving him some leaves to chew on.

« His mind is still here, so he won't die. I've seen creatures eat these after a fight, and tried them myself. They fill your body with energy to fight the Blood - Fire.» the older man had sagely said.

He didn't look worried, and that had alleviated Sada's worres a bit.

At least until Turo had complained that the leaves "tasted like crap" while he reluctantly chewed them.

« ... Why do you know what crap tastes like?» she asked, now worried for a completely different reason. Turo chuckled.

« No, it's... It's just something people say when something tastes really bad...» he answered.

« Oh... But that means that someone knows what it tastes like?» Sada wondered out loud, and Turo burst out laughing, scattering pieces of medical herbs everywhere.

4)Rainy day

They had both taken a moment to recognize the sound that had slowly started echoing through all of Area Zero , Sada's eyes widening when she recognized what it was.

« Rain!»

It didn't seem to rain often in Area Zero, so they had to make the most of it wherever it happened.

« Let's drag these outside, quick! »

By now they were used to keeping all sorts of containers ready near the door, so that it would be quicker to bring them outside and fill them up.

After they were done, Sada sat down near the entrance, laughing as she moved a couple of strands of wet hair away from her face; Turo copied her, watching the rain slowly fill all the little beakers and bottles, panting slightly after the effort.

« I was thinking... » Sada said after a moment, looking at how the water seemed to slide right away from Turo's bodysuit - something she had to admit she was a bit envious of, it sure looked convenient-

« ... you said you were born on the Moon... is there rain there? I mean... outside the place we were in.»

Turo turned towards her for a moment, caught by surprise, before laughing softly.

« Oh... no, there is no rain on the Moon. Or... rivers... and water.»

« What?» Her eyes widened.

« The Moon is... really just a big rock. I never saw rain until I went to Earth. Or... plants. Or clouds!» He laughed again, sounding amazed.

« Imagine never having seen clouds!»

She couldn't. It was incredible, how different their lives had been. To never see clouds, or the sky, or a river...? It was like he had lived in a cave for all that time. She smiled a little when she realized that it wasn't that far off from her first ideas about him, when she still thought he was a shaman from another time. She leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes as she listened to his voice, feeling the little vibrations from it reverberating through her.

« When I went to Earth, I had to learn how to walk again under a different gravity. It was difficult... everything felt so... heavy, and wrong. I never really liked going back to the Moon after that.»

Sada slowly opened her eyes again, looking up at him. So he had brought her to the Moon even if he didn't like it...?

She smiled, warmth filling her chest, before something he said made her straighten up.

« Is... is that why you trip so much?»

Turo's eyes widened, and with some amusement Sada noticed that his cheeks had gotten a bit red. He huffed and pointedly looked away, avoiding her eyes.

« Y-yes... it's one of the reasons... it's difficult to explain...»

She tried to picture this little kid, used to moving by almost floating through the air, having to learn how to actually walk on solid ground, and not doing so well judging by how he moved around as an adult.

She tried to contain a little giggle, failing miserably.

« ... sorry, but... it's funny... »

« I'm going to work on the radio.» Turo muttered, face still red even as he was half smiling himself, getting up to walk back inside.

And tripping about three times in his haste to do so.

Author Note:

This one was fun. So yeah, I actually had a background reason for why Turo trips so much in mind since even before revealing he was born on the Moon.

The idea was inspired by all matters of health problems that astronauts experience in zero and reduced gravity; muscle atrophy, bone deterioration, and even balance problems. (and a lot more, it's a fascinating read.)

I imagined that a kid growing up there for a couple of years in such a delicate moment of their life as they are still developing could have some issues adapting.

Does it make perfect sense? No idea, but I found it interesting and wanted to include it.

5)Dancing together

Mesagoza always looked like the whole city was busy celebrating something or the other. It was colorful, with its mosaic patterned roads, the pastel colored buildings, the little carts always filled with balloons, and ice cream, and alfajores and so many other things Sada hadn't learned the name of yet, or even tried.

Maybe it was something in the air; it seemed to energize people. There was always someone with a guitar or a little keyboard sitting in a plaza or in one street corner, playing for no other reason than their own and other people's enjoyment, as brief as it was while they were just passing by.

Sada found it both incredibly overwhelming and incredibly nostalgic.

It reminded her a bit of times at her village, when people would make drums with stretched hides and start pounding on them, Narjik would start playing his wooden flute, and she would just start dancing along with everyone, losing herself in the rhythm.

Turo had even been with her one time, during one of their ritual celebrations. She had tried to drag him along to dance around the fire with her and everyone else, and he had blushed furiously, murmuring about looking bad and tripping if he tried to follow her.

There were a couple of people dancing near one of the musicians now, spinning around each other in twisting, elaborate motions that were mesmerizing to look at. She loved it, but it also looked... Complicated.

It probably required a lot of practice, both to know the steps and to be able to match your partner so well like the couple was doing. They looked pretty young, and two Oinkologne, probably belonging to the both of them, were trotting around their trainers with little, precise steps, getting both laughs and cheers from the audience.

Sada wanted to kind of try herself, but... She also didn't want to intrude. This time was still so confusing to her in so many ways.

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Things everyone was supposed to know, or things you weren't supposed to do... Maybe there was some unspoken rule about this kind of dance? For all she knew, maybe only certain people were supposed to do it.

Right at that moment, she felt Turo, who had been watching quietly by her side, grab her hand.

« Do you want to dance?» he asked.

Her eyes widened slightly as she squeezed back.

« Can you dance like that?»

There was a little uncomfortable smile on his face.

« I... Just a little bit. I would probably trip and fall if I tried to do that-» he pointed towards the couple with a nod of his head.

« But we can try.» He added.

He led her a bit away from the gathered crowd, and put his left hand on her waist while she copied the couple's movement and put her hand on his shoulder.

They started to slowly spin in place, more of an awkward shuffle on Turo's part actually, but she didn't mind, more than happy to simply enjoy this little moment.

« So everyone can do it?» She asked after a moment, Turo flinching a bit under her touch, uncomfortable.

« Yes, well... there's places to learn, I guess. Those two are probably teachers themselves.» Sada gasped at his answer, glancing back at the couple.

« So we can learn?! We can have them teach us?»

« ... I don't want to embarrass you.» Turo murmured, only for Sada to look back at him.

« ... You'll never embarrass me. I want to learn how to do it with you, no one else.» She whispered back, and after a long moment, Turo simply smiled and leaned forward to press a long kiss on her lips.

« ... thank you. Let's see if you still think the same after our first lesson. » He chuckled.

6)Playing with hair

« You know... it used to make me uncomfortable.» Sada said one day. They were exploring a mountain that would have taken her days to reach on foot before meeting Winged King, but had now taken them just a couple of hours.

Turo had done his best to follow her on the rough terrain, but after a while of him panting and gradually slowing down his pace they decided to stop and rest a bit, overlooking the scenery. He turned to look at her, baffled.

« ... what did?»

« Your hair.» She answered, and had to laugh a little at his wide-eyed stare.

« You... what?» He actually sounded a little heartbroken. She shuffled closer to him, raising one hand to softly touch his hair, right at the part where it suddenly got shorter.

« Yeah, it looked so strange. Too neat, and too clean. We shave our hair too, but... it just doesn't look like that.»

Turo looked stunned for a moment, before chuckling softly, dragging one hair through his hair a bit self-consciously.

« I... hadn't even thought of that. So what would look natural?» He asked.

She quietly looked at him for a moment, thinking.

« Let's see... maybe something like this.»

She grabbed two strands of his hair and twisted them around each other in a little short braid, pulling one little wooden bead out of her hair to secure the braid in place. Turo sat perfectly still, just his eyes flitting around to follow the movements of her hands as she continued to work.

« They feel strange...» He commented after a moment, raising one hand to touch one.

« That's because your hair is too short. It should be longer so they don't hang so close. Or if you let your beard grow a bit more, I could braid that too.»

Turo laughed, his whole frame shaking slightly.

« I don't know what my people would say seeing me come back like that...»

Sada stopped mid braid.

« Would... would it look bad? ... I will remove these-» She hastily started to undo the braid she was currently working with, only for Turo's hand to grab hers.

« No, they are fine. I love them. »

And so from that day he would sometimes jump back to his time with little braids in his hair, just barely small enough to tie a wooden bead or a feather to them. He would always come back the next time with nothing left, so he probably took them off every time, and the mental image of him carefully removing feathers from his hair was something that never failed to make her smile.

She still never got the occasion to braid his beard, but Sada was determined to get him to agree to it. Someday.

7)Sharing clothes

Area Zero was surprisingly cold at night... not for him, since he had his suit, but he could see that it was cold for Sada, even with her clothes.

Or at least, Turo had to imagine it was night. Either that, or it had to be cloudy outside the crater when the temperature suddenly dropped. It had probably something to do with how deep the crater was, if he had to guess.

They had found some blankets to use while they were sleeping, but he woke up when he felt Sada shiver at his side. After a moment, he shuffled closer to her, wrapping one arm around her neck.

« Take off your coat, I'll warm you up.» He murmured. Sada seemed to hesitate a moment but complied, sliding off the Mamoswine fur she wore over a layer of orange pelts. Sada snuggled closer to him, curling up against his chest.

« This is nice.» She said with a little smile, cheeks a bit red with something that had nothing to do with the cold.

She slowly warmed up against the slight heat emanated from his suit; he put the furs and blankets over both of them to keep what little warm air there was between them. She slowly stopped shivering, and finally fell asleep again by his side.

Turo caressed her hair, listening to her breath grow calmer and calmer before finally falling back asleep himself.

8)Kidfic

Turo didn't really consider himself a great candidate to be a father. He hadn't really thought about it, but to be more accurate, he couldn't exactly picture himself, as he was now, as a great example of a father. His current lifestyle at the TTDL wasn't exactly great father (or even husband) material.

But as a teacher? That was something different. Or at least, with the four children of Sada's village, he found himself genuinely enjoying the time spent teaching them writing. They were enthusiastic and learned fast, greeting him at each new lesson with rocks, paper sheets, fragments of bark they had written stuff over, and at the end of each one asking "Shaman Turo" when he was coming back.

« They love you.» Sada commented with a smile as they looked at the little prehistoric classroom of four people.

« It's just because I'm an outsider that looks funny. » Turo answered back, even as he couldn't contain a little smile of his own. As much as looking at them still pained him somewhat... it made him also happy to know that they would have some special memories of these lessons.

That they would maybe use what they were learning to make their lives better, more safe, more fun.

Today Narjik had joined them to teach them the names of most edible berries, and how to recognize them. The shaman and Sada had carved little square cards out of bark, and Turo had spent one afternoon painting images of the prehistoric berries on them, after sketching them down on his notebook first.

Now the kids and the elder were busy playing a game where you had to grab one card with a picture and the relative card with its name before your opponent did, and then answer one question about the berry correctly.

« Do you... have children?» Sada's question caught him by surprise, and he turned to look at her.

« No... why?»

She rested her head on his shoulder.

« You know... how to talk with them. I thought...»

« You just treat them like anyone else. Children are not stupid. » He answered, and she laughed.

Sada's words had made him think about being a father again. He still couldn't really see himself in the role of one, not with his current life.

And especially not... with anyone else that wasn't Sada right now. But that was, of course, impossible.

He dreamt about it that very night. A little kid with Sada's long hair, dressed in Mamoswine pelts, greeting him with a "Daddy!" as he ran to hug his knees as soon as he had arrived. Turo couldn't see any details on his face, blank but at the same time clear like only dreams could be.

He would think back to that dream only months later, once him and Sada were out of Area Zero.

A family... was something he and Sada could actually be here.

Author Note:

Imagine if Turo had actually left Sada for good in the past bearing a kid... Paleo Arven would probably accidentally discover bread or something.

9)Showering

Watching Sada discover new things about modern life was something that Turo would never get tired of. It warmed his heart, and it made him look at things he completely took for granted with new eyes. Like something as simple as warm water.

In their first afternoon in Mesagoza with Clavell away, she had spent most of it pretty much poking and prodding away at every piece of furniture. He had used the occasion to give her a crash course on the name of most of them and what they did so she wouldn't look too out of place not knowing what a fridge was. The bathroom and flowing water seemed to be her favorite by far though... he could see why.

« But how does the water get all the way up here? Can you really bring it everywhere? » She asked, amazed, as she turned on the shower faucet and stuck her hand under the water falling down, watching it trickle with shining eyes.

« You can have water without carrying it all the way from a river... what's this?» Sada wondered, playing with the faucet's control with her other hand. Turo had been waiting for her to notice that the temperature changed, and when she did, she just turned to him in wordless amazement.

... aww.

And then she stepped under the water and turned the faucet all the way to the "hot" part.

« W-wait...!» Turo's eyed widened and he threw himself after her, a moment too late after the water suddenly changed to scalding hot. Sada let out a little yelp, half surprise and half in pain, and twitched as Turo hissed in pain as he grabbed her hand and turned the dial back toward the middle.

« Are you hurt?» He panted as the water turned back to a more comfortable temperature, soaking them both. She just wordlessly nodded, holding her wrist, throwing the shower faucet an almost betrayed look.

« ... why make it so hot it hurts? » She muttered, and he had to laugh a little.

« It's difficult to control the power to make it warm... but this feels nice.» He had missed having warm water in the crater. Sada nodded, raising one hand to play with his suit's collar, pulling it down just a little to watch the water trickle down his collarbone. She gave him a cheeky smile.

« ... yeah, it's nice.»

10) Gift giving

Carving wood had been difficult. Sada knew how to make arrows, and bows, and even a flute after Narjik had thought her. But those were all simple shapes; you still needed a certain dexterity, especially for the arrows, but they didn't have any elaborate details that you just had to get right to make it look good. And in what she had wanted to do, there were a lot of little elaborate details.

The general shape wasn't that difficult, the problem was... it had to curve. And it had so many little notches and ridges to do... but she didn't give up.

And now, she had a little satchel made of fur, carefully wrapped with a ribbon like she had seen done in one of Mesagoza's shops, waiting on the little table in front of the tv in their living-room-turned-bedroom they were using in Clavell's apartment. Inside, the result of what she had spent hours working on, in the little moments where Turo was still at work but she had already finished for the day.

She jumped a bit on the couch when she heard him open the door; it was surely him; Clavell didn't fumble and regularly dropped the keys cursing under his breath like Turo did.

Sada waited for him to enter the room and look at the little bag... which he promptly failed to do as he just collapsed on the couch with a defeated sigh.

« ... Hi. I'm exhausted.» He muttered after leaning towards her for a kiss.

Sada had to hide the little frown on her face. Well, he was tired, he would notice it soon, right...?

She kissed him back, and he finally seemed to notice that something was amiss, because he moved to look away from her.

« ... what's that? »

She didn't answer, but simply waited for him to pick up the little bag and open it. A happy smile made its way on her face as Turo went still, eyes wide, as he slowly took out what was inside.

« It's...»

It was a little statue of Miraidon, or at least, as close as she could get to it. She had used the shape of Winged King as a base, and then removed or added details as necessary. Two thin antennae instead of the crest of feathers, smoother plates instead of tiny little scales. It had been the most detailed and difficult thing she had ever made by far, but Turo's expression as he wordlessly stroked the little carving with one finger made it all worth it.

« ... why?» Turo asked a moment, voice low.

« I just wanted to do something for you... to remember him. I know he means a lot to you.»

And deep inside, she still felt responsible for their situation, no matter how many times Turo told her it wasn't her fault.

She heard Turo take a long, shuddering breath, and then he unexpectedly seemed to blush a tiny.

« W-well... this is embarrassing, but... wait a moment.» He said, and stood up to get his notebook. He sat back down and dropped it on her lap.

« ... I was working on it, trying to get something better out, but... open it at the end.» He said with a tiny smile.

She didn't understand what he meant until she did, to reveal pages and pages full of sketches of Winged King. Some looked quite wrong, or curiously looked like he had used Miraidon as his starting point instead, trying to add feathers and scale to the smooth base of the dragon to get a drawing that was as close to his memories as he could.

« Looks like we had the same idea...» he grinned, and now it was her turn to blush a little.

« ... I was so proud of it... don't steal my ideas!» She laughed.

« Who says you didn't steal mine? »

11) Meet cute

« So how did you two meet?»

The question was such an innocent and obvious one, they both had kind of expected it. So they had to prepare a cover story to use well in advance. And to do that, they had to study some material.

So they decided to sit down a couple of evenings to watch romantic movies on the tv together. For Turo, he had the feeling that the most entertaining thing would be Sada's reaction to them. He was proven right not even thirty minutes into the movie. After the initial amazement of watching moving pictures tell a story, Sada had grown intensely focused on analyzing every detail that struck her as strange... which, to be fair, was most of it.

« Why do the men always bring flowers? They don't look edible.» She asked, and Turo had to first chuckle and then furrow his eyebrows as he actually thought about the answer.

« They are pretty, I guess...? I'm not really sure when it started.»

Sada didn't look impressed, taking a sip from a mug of hot tea they had brewed.

« ... so you brought flowers to our first "date". Roses. A lot of them. And, umm... we met because... I needed someone to teach me the language of this place before coming here. And we were in... »

« That's easy. Lumiose City. We went on the tower at night after having dinner. Great view. Romantic.» Turo shrugged. « The part about Lumiose City is technically true...»

They kept watching, and he could see Sada grow more and more annoyed with the movie.

« ... now he's... pushing... a boat on a lake...? » She threw him a little sideways glance, trying to hide a smile. Turo felt himself blush a little at what she was probably thinking. Yeah, no way he could pretend he was able to do that with his non-existent physical strength.

« Can't we just say I saved you from a Pokémon? That's pretty much what happened.»

« No one is going to believe that.»

12)Cooking together

Now that they were out of Area Zero, they couldn't exactly cook roots, mushroom and the occasional meat over a live fire like they had done until now. Research Station number 2 had a kitchen, but no power. Now, they had the (actually barely used, since he spent time at the Academy) kitchen in Clavell's apartment, and none of them had any idea how to use it.

« So this "stove"... makes fire come out of it?» Sada asked, bending forward to examine it curiously. Turo carefully pulled her back, wary of her long hair catching fire.

« Yes... you turn this to make the fire stronger or weaker... I think.» He added after a moment with a frown. The controls he was used to were much more... intuitive. A lot less buttons.

« So... like this...?» Sada turned the dial, and jumped backwards when the gas stove suddenly sprung to life, eyes widening.

« It's blue!» She exclaimed, grabbing his shoulder and turning around to grin up at him. That enthusiastic grin never failed to warm his heart; that first reaction of hers of discovering something new and wanting to share it with him, it made him fall in love with her again and again every time it happened.

« Yes... this is a special kind of fire, in a way... it's called gas. You put the pan on it and cook things over it.»

« All right...» She was evidently eager to try with some vegetables and meat they had bought, and hastily put them on the fire. After a couple of minutes, Turo started to hear a suspicious burning smell, and hurried back into the kitchen.

« Turn it down! Turn the stove down! ... no, that's up!»

« How do you know how strong the fire is...? It doesn't look bigger...» Sada complained, looking mournfully at the pile of vegetables charred black on one side and almost raw on the other side.

« You just... have to know... I think.» Turo answered.

« This is hard... I'm sorry for wasting food.» She looked pretty dejected; after a moment, Turo picked up some of the vegetables from the pan with a fork putting them on a plate.

« I think we can cut the burn part.» He replied.

« You can't eat that...» Sada murmured, and he stuck a slice of grilled eggplant in his mouth just to prove her wrong.

« Yes I can. Delicious.»

13) Learning a craft

One of the things Sada liked about Turo was that he never made her feel stupid, or inadequate. Especially when she was teaching him about how things were done in her time. After learning his secret, a little part of her found herself wondering if Turo ever thought of her and her whole tribe as... simple, compared to his time. He could disappear in thin air, could make objects invisible, they didn't need to hunt and who knows how many other wondrous things his people were capable of that she couldn't ever dream about... you would think that nothing she could do could compare.

But Turo was... different. Every time he came to her village, he would look at everything they did with quiet focus and admiration. Like when she was sewing.

« Is it difficult? » He asked one day, as he was observing her work quietly sitting in one tent at her village, pen and notebook propped up on one knee. Sada raised her head from her work, blinking in surprise.

« What... this...?» She looked at the hood she had been mending, torn by the attack of a wild creature some days ago.

« Try it. » She offered him the garment and had some fun watching him flounder a bit trying to put the notebook back in his pocket and grab the pelt and bone hook at the same time.

« Um... how do I... what do I do?» He asked, his eyes flitting back and forth between her and what he was holding. His cheeks had become a bit red, and she smiled. She loved seeing him get all embarrassed: in a way, it meant he cared.

« The fur is torn here a bit, here. See?» She pointed out the point where some claws had raked through the fabric.

« You use this sharp stone here to poke a hole through the pelt on both sides of the broken parts, then you make the thread go through these holes with the needle and pull the two parts together.» She watched him try to follow her instructions, his fingers obviously not used to working with rough tools of bones and stone. He was obviously feeling self-conscious, moving slowly and continuously checking his work.

« What if I ruin it...? » He asked after a moment, and she smiled reassuringly.

« Someone can always wear it, don't worry.» He was always worrying about ruining or breaking something in her village, or eating their food, and she found it endearing.

« You don't do this in your time, right? » She asked with a little smile after a bit, and he just shook his head.

« Then what do you do if your clothes break?» She couldn't help but ask, curious.

« They... they don't really break. » Turo answered with a little sheepish smile.

« But... doing this feels good. It's nice making something with your hands.» He added after a moment. Sada laughed.

« There's lots of these we have to fix if you want!» She pointed to an entire pile of various clothes and blankets to mend piled in a corner, and Turo's eyes widened in a panic.

« N-no... I think I'm... fine...» He mumbled while she kept laughing.