[Oh, how mysterious. The way this creature was holding up one of their tentacles...it looked like it needed something.

Sable looks down at her knitting project. Perhaps it was interested in what she was sewing?

She maintains her distance, but also holds up her project to the creature.]

Ah, I'm making some mittens, you see. It's still very cold out here, after all. Are...you cold, perhaps? Would you like me to make you some mittens?