Kurloz gently held your hands, guiding your shaking needle-welding hands; your mute matesprit had you sitting in his lap, teaching you how to sew. Kurloz had to keep moving your hands because you were a little wobbly, but that was fine; trying something new could always be scary. He was teaching you how to sew a purple quilt; you weren't very good at sewing, but you were better than most. Kurloz watched as you sew. Kurloz tilted his head while watching each dark purple thread being sewed onto the purple quilt. After a few minutes later, Kurloz wrapped his arms around you, giving you a warm hug. He loved you very much; he didn't care if you were sewing now; he just wanted affection.