"Yes, go ahead," Zohvin said as he placed the knot into her hands, careful of the trailing edges. He had already decided that there was no getting past needing assistance, so as long as he could manage to mostly put it back together on his own, he'd be satisfied.

"You're awfully polite for a youngling, aren't you?" His comment is a little on the dry side, in such a tone that he could deny having a sense of humor at all if need be. "Who is it that goaded you into lending a hand for all of this?"