Anne looked down at the work and nodded. "A little tighter," she said, and she reached out to tug at the wool a little and get the stitches matched to the rest. She looked up at his face again. Then she pointed at him. "You, here," she waved her hand at the town below. "Why?" She hesitated for a second, and then held her hands up and shrugged, tilting her head a little.