Certainly interesting, even if the man seemed terribly nervous despite the lack of apparent threat. She shifted back to give him space once more and inclined her head almost like a shrug. Many made entire livelihoods on the career of weaving, although most who survived off it would dress in accordance to that.

"I weave myself," she said. "Although I've not had the time since... well before even this incident, I should say. If you've a mind for it, I would like to see what sorts of things you make."

Something to pass the time, not to mention O'danya often found putting her hands to use often soothed her mind to go with it. Maybe it would help this Rumpelstiltskin find his center.