clackclackclack...
clack clack clack cl...ack
Then: the sound of scissors cutting away swathes of cloth.
Holding up the remains of the coat, Etheyl eyes the garment critically. "I...think that does it," she mutters cautiously.
Her finished project does in fact look something like a rough version of a girl's long-sleeved dress:
"I'm not sure what your favorite color is," Etheyl admits as she shyly presents the dress, "but I know I have one of my dad's fun little magic scrolls that can change the color of it, no problem."
Looking at Lexa from around the dress, Etheyl notices she looks a little...distant. It takes her a long moment to remember the girl's ability to walk others' dreams and even consider that scenario now, as Etheyl had never seen her while she was "visiting" someone else.