Shadewood All I need is one

The patchwork giggled at herself, surprised at her own feat of power that she'd built in her frame. The listened pointedly to his self-assessment and her eyes shone with his want to better himself. She wanted to help him, she felt that desire to do so. An overwhelming thought crossed her mind that she just had to voice, "How many are there here?" Her curiosity shone through her personality all the time, as it did now, and she took pride in that; you don't get answers if you don't ask the question. Her eyes searched after the way his did and put a tentative paw forward.