“I don’t know,” Aerith said cheerily. “I’ve never tried! It can’t be all that hard, though. Mantles don’t squirm nearly as much as their owners when you stick them.” She pulled it out by the corner, studying it with a clinical air. “You stabbed it while sheathing your sword, didn’t you? Snagged it right on the point. You should hop on that little stool there. I don’t know how that helps, but I’ve seen many tailors doing it. I’ll get the suture kit. Ah, sewing kit.”