Nope.

Aw. She will try for a while. But once it's demonstrably non-trivial a skill (or something only the locals may do?) she returns to her drawing untensils and starts uses them to take notes on magic.

He goes back to his work when she gives up, quickly becoming engrossed in it again. The dome continues to take shape, and when it's big enough to stand on its own he moves inside, adding a floor and then retrieving some miniature housewares from his house, each only a couple of inches long. He holds these in turn as he makes giant-scale versions of them in appropriate places in the structure: a mattress in the curve of the back wall, a light panel and small table next to it, and a fan in the edge of the dome on the other side. When he's satisfied with the furnishings he goes back to working on the walls and floor, pausing to get her attention when the dome is close enough to done that it's getting difficult to casually see inside.

"Hmm?" She says absently looking up from her diagrams.

He thinks she'll want to go in now, so the structure will feel to her like it's hers when he's done; also this would be a good time to show him anything she wants changed, before it gets awkward for him to be in there.

She doesn't find anything awkward and wonders if it's another cultural thing. But at any rate, she doesn't have much to be changed, there are some details here and there, and she would like that shelf not be that close to the mattress, but nothing complicated.

He shows her the simple touch controls for the light and fan and heater, moves things around as she directs, and resumes work on the wall from the outside, adding a short tunnel for an exit with a sheet of leather-like material for a door flap to complete the dome.

It's comfortably dinnertime by the time he's done, and he makes quick vegetable omelettes for the two of them, interrupting her to give her her portion when it's ready.

She accepts the omelette portion with a smile, vaguely regretting not going back for her clothes before it was too late in the day. Oh, well, she has a shelter, which is more she could've said today. That and a warm meal. She passes her hand over it to clean of any impurities absently. Then starts eating.

He hangs around for a moment to let her know that he's going to go make contact with her neighbors when he's done eating, and he'll check back in with her when he gets back - he should have time to do a little more crafting for her then if there's anything she needs tonight.

She would like a skirt? She mimes something around her waist to indicate that. It would be nice to be able to go outside without being afraid of a branch snagging on her lower parts.

Yeah, he can do that - he has a few designs in his collection, he'll bring them over.

He's gone for about an hour and a half, and then brings a box of swatches of leatherlike and clothlike material in various colors and textures and miniature clothing, each piece only a few inches in its widest dimension, for her to look at: he can make her copies of whatever she likes; probably not more than one or two outfits tonight though. The clothing itself is relatively simple and utilitarian, but there are a few styles of skirts, pants, shirts, robes, and long tunics available.

She will want a leatherlike skirt with a loop that goes over her shoulder for denser terrain and a lighter cloth-like tunic which in theory could be combined with the skirt. So she can walk around with both instead of packing. She doesn't have much opinion on color at the moment, but will pick one of the available ones without a fuzz.

There aren't any skirt-sash combinations, but there's something like a pair of overalls that she can get him to modify, and a shirt that will work well under it. Making the clothing is a multi-step process, with each resulting in a new copy: first he makes large versions of each piece she's interested in, then takes the top off the overalls and adds it to the skirt, then copies the resulting garment and the tunic again to get them in the textures she wants. The original miniatures go back in the box, along with a miniaturized copy of her new skirt-overalls, and he folds the extra enlarged copies up with the remnant of the block of material the copies were made out of.

That works and she will hug her new outfit and bow to him. For that and all the help.

Aw, cute.

Okay, he's got chores to do before bed, he'll see her in the morning.

Phaidra notes and will resume to taking notes. And trying to figure out magic. Which is easier with taking notes and having a roof over her head.

First she figures that it's a good idea to see if she can cast rituals here, so she tries something rather, something that makes a small blue light for a few seconds. If she is lucky, that will get done well before she will need to go to bed.

She's not interrupted, this time, and her ritual works perfectly.

She gives a tiny jump of victory, which causes it to wink out. But she managed it. Now it's time to work on some very simplified translation magic-

Yawn.

Tomorrow, she can do that tomorrow.

Her tent muffles the noises around her a bit, but not enough to make up for the fact that her host has a rooster. She can hear him moving around outside shortly after the crowing starts.

She peeks outside to take a look at him. Do roosters here talk too?

The rooster is perched on a stand in the chicken enclosure; he doesn't seem to notice her.

Her host, on the other hand, does; he'll have breakfast for her soon.

Phaidra smiles and waves. "Thank you."

She goes back to her work. By this point she needs to "wipe" the sheets quite often and erasing previous work, but they are still useful. She is trying to figure out how to produce a ritual that will let a single-word to be understood when spoken or written. At the moment, she is trying to decide which way of working is more efficient.

Her host does his morning chores, and makes eggs and porridge and fruit salad for breakfast, and comes to her tent to drop her portion off again.

He should get started on building her a house, today, if she's coming with him - he's not sure yet about letting her actually join his household but she can come along as far as the next settlement at least, and he should have a better idea by then, if she's interested - and the building will go faster if she can bring in materials for him, how does she feel about doing that?

Smile. She feels good about it! She will want to go fetch her clothes, from her camping site, but it's good to meaningfully contribute. And she understands that not everyone will adopt a random Giant off the road.

Good! He'll need to see her floor plan, too.