"Chiana got her hands on some too thick for us to use," Jackson offered, standing back up to wash the needle and put away the precious thread. "I recommend talking to our local seamstress. I don't want you asleep for the next six hours. If you feel anything out of the ordinary..."

He didn't need to finish the sentence, of course; he hadn't really needed to start it in the first place. Aria was much too down to earth for that.