...on no she didn't...

[opened_thebox]

She'd had the needles on her person, so that was easy enough. She always had them, the same as she always had a little bit of thread and a flint because life was perilous and difficult and always bringing the unexpected to your door.

Or bringing you, unexpected, nowhere near your door.

Thus she'd taken the time, taken material from the lower, inner sections of her skirt, and made...

Curtains. Which she was hanging on what she deemed the best spot of rock for window-that-was-not-a-window-but-which-required-window-dressing.