Karlach had been considerably mopey since she accidentally tore Clive, her most valuable possession and bear-plush companions, arm off. She didn’t know anything about sewing, but you know who did?

None other than you.

While it was a slightly difficult process to fix Clive, you didn’t once stray from her plea to sew him back up. Your needlework seemed to come in handy for once.

“Hey, soldier? How’s it comin’ along?” Karlach inquired, a concerned look upon her face.