[Well, Sadie's no farm hand herself (shockingly), and she lives with a bunch of people who are pretty spoiled by modern comforts... So really, Sadie isn't judging her. She observes Eniko's hands, and indeed, Sadie vaguely decides they're quite dainty. They kind of remind her of—ew, no, anyway.]

That's great! I'm pretty inconsistent with like... physical activity, so my hands normally stay pretty soft.

Uh—how do you spin flax into linen?

[Sadie feels like she's gonna learn a lot of stuff, here...]