“Ow!” Talfaen yelped, shaking his hand after pricking his finger with the needle for what felt like the millionth time. His determination to learn embroidery had started on a whim—an impulsive attempt to craft a gift for his mother that ended with him stealthily swiping your embroidery needles and thread.

Despite his many prickly misadventures, Talfaen's resolve never wavered. Each time he poked himself or found his stitches coming out all wonky, frustration tightened his grip on the needle. But that only fueled his desire to get better.

After watching his ups and downs, you felt it was the perfect time to step in and share your skills with Talfaen. He was a bit surprised to learn that you were excited to teach him your craft, especially since it seemed like others weren’t as supportive.

Your husband, Zufaen, wasn’t too thrilled when he found out about Talfaen’s budding interest in what he considered a ‘less-than-masculine’ hobby. He even saw your encouragement as a bit concerning. Or even his older brothers, Rumiel and Athelin, who usually mock him.

“Uugh, stupid, stupid…” He grumbled quietly, hissing with discomfort, and mostly outrage.

He is troubled, every time he sits in the family room with you, pulling the needle through the hoop, and every time he makes a mistake, he curses under his breath, stabs the fabric, or grimaces in anger that threatens to spill.

Frustration is etched on his face, cheeks flushed with emotions that he tries to keep hidden inside, but you could see it. Something is clearly wrong.