He's not stressing over it, not exactly, but Jin Guangyao is right: it does work for now. However, Sizhui is a little panicked about not having his forehead ribbon. Out of instinct, his left hand raises to touch his forehead, the nakedness of his brow making his nose faintly wrinkle, but he supposes it's something he'll have to deal with, at least until they can maybe figure out some extra thread and fabric. “Thank you,” he says, lips quirked at the edges.

Following a quick nod, “I do. I've not sewn much lately, but I don't think it's something I forgot.” Back in the worlds before this one, everything was pretty much sort of provided? And if things got damaged, there were ways to repair them, yet he never had to worry about clothes. “Back home, I did a lot of repairing and patching on our robes.”