[When Erskine returns to the antechamber it's behind a small, plush armchair floating about two feet above the floor. His right hand is held up at waist-level, channeling the air magic that's levitating the chair, so it's obvious the floating is his doing. He sets the chair down near the loom so Pepper can watch him work as she'd requested and then settles himself back on the bench, careful to allow Pepper to stay at the loom and admire the machine if she likes.]

I didn't see much point in it anymore. The couple who adopted me taught me to weave; it was going to be my trade. It would have been a good life for a mortal. But then I discovered the little tricks I could do were magic. I was introduced to the magical community and I barely paused to look back.

[He smiles down at the engravings Pepper's been admiring, one of the more genuine smiles he's been able to muster since he's been back. His fingers trace along part of the inscription lovingly.]

Hopeless thought it might be a good tool for therapy. Something soothing, something to keep my hands busy.