.:in the palace:.
She unravelled him.
Why did it have to be sewing? I hate sewing! Isabella could do it so easily, but she's not here, and it isn't her place.
She knows I can't sew! She's like the dwarf who knows you can't spin! She unravelled him!
I could paint him back together if I had a brush. But she didn't smear him, she unravelled him, and tied it all in knots.
She's a clever one, isn't she? But I'm still cleverer.
So many things are easier here, outside of the body. And the body never really fit me. They made it look like me, but it still doesn't do what it should. Here I'm everything I was supposed to be.
I'd better not get used to it. And anyhow, I have to learn to sew.