[ He reaches out, taking one of those hands for himself. ]

Then you can extrapolate from there. You used to go sailing, perhaps out into the open water to fish. You would allow your mind to wander and drift as you relaxed, nothing but the waves lapping against your boat to keep you company. You would spend long days, your rod in hand… or, you would set it aside and carve. At the end of the day, you might consider what you would sell or use for yourself.

[ He’s making up a whole story here with little to go on, but he hopes Siffrin understands what he means by all of this. They’re little pieces to build off of and create into a bigger picture, something that might give them an inkling of their past. ]