Right now, Arden was working with thread instead of metal. It made sense, she couldn't get much time to work in the forges on something so - unnecessary. It was true, shaping tiny coils of wire into jewelry did not serve any survival function. But it was beautiful, and required precise attention to detail. Still, there were plenty of things she could do without metal.
She was trying something right now that seemed quite soothing and meditative, actually. She had acquired a box of beads, not particularly special ones, but many tiny little bits of color. She had painstakingly sorted through them, finding the ones that were not usable at all, and separating the usable ones by color. That had taken her free time for several days, and she had used it to calm down every time she got worried about something.
It had worked, and she had been able to keep every meal down since she started. She didn't know whether she was more irritated at the healers for being correct at the cause of her problems, or at herself for being unable to deal with stress without physical symptoms.
Arden probable could have spent the entire evening working with the beads to make a pattern on the braided thread. She had thought about doing this with wire, but she wasn't sure how durable the metal would be once it was thin enough.
She braided together one section of beaded threads, before adding beads in the same pattern. An inch into the new threads, she realized she was out of pale blue beads, and set it down, standing to go to her little box.
Fog chose that moment to pop into the room. Her ridiculously tiny fancy flitt was a spoiled little fellow, and he liked pretty baubles almost as much as she did. Apparently, today, he was quite taken with her project, and she did not notice until she heard the clatter when those last several beads hit the floor as the toy blue flew away with her necklace.
He made it to the common area of the barracks with his new toy, with Arden chasing behind him, regretting her decision to wear skirts that day, as she could not run as easily in them. Fog found another young candidate sleeping, and did not disturb her, not directly. Instead, he dropped his new toy into the mug of water, with a flower in it, to hide it from Arden, before landing on the back of the couch, and cheeping innocently at Arden as she entered the room.