Her questions quiet his mind. Good. She understands. Well, enough anyways. Sweeney wets his lip and nods.

"I did." He closes his eyes for a moment, and with a roll of his wrist, he produces something vaguely egg-shaped, like an oversized pinecone that hadn't blossomed. It's large enough that, while he can hold it in one hand, it sits a bit wider than it. When he offers it to her, it's clear she'll need both of hers to manage it.

Strangely textured with bumps and smooth lines, it may take her a few to deduce that it's meant to be a balled up hedgehog with wings and a bird's tail wrapped under it, to keep the shape condensed. The wood itself is unfinished.

"I was hopin' ta lacquer soon, but...I wanted ta get yer help first."