[ The sympathy stings a bit, but Zelda knows it for the gift it is. A relieved little smile crosses her lips, and she muses how lucky it is that she found someone kind from the outset. Pulling the shawl closer, she speaks in a guilty tone, as if this is truly just a burden to the girl. ]

I need a bowl for burning incense. Something handmade. [ If Hiyori's heard the rumors, she might be able to put both things together; that this girl is sick with the stick disease, or the leaf storm, whatever you want to call it. Those inside think it's contagious, naturally. ] And I can't get inside, so... But please do let me pay you back! [ A short, considering beat, and then: ] I can play instruments, if you like music. [ A song for a favor? ] Or perhaps more practically... I can sew.