https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bZWd_7Ud-Lc&ab_channel=EroSennin

Your family's storeroom was surprisingly tidy. Your parents had bought a few too many crates, resulting in a treasure trove of salt, vinegar...and pots? Next comes stuff for what seems to be a drying rack or a tannery(thankfully without any accompanying liquids). You and Seyraphal found sharpening tools, another axe for firewood, a new pair of hatchets... Knitting supplies are eventually found inside a neat knapsack, and Seyraphal insisted on only taking needles; she even passed on yarns or scissors.

That's how you returned to your living room, emptied of souls aside from the slumbering Usha. ''I'm not confident in my ability to entertain with needlework...'' Seyraphal said while inspecting each item, even poking them with her unusual fingers. ''...but I'm glad for your company.'' She added quickly with bouncing antennas, pushing the chair next to her with one of her lower arms.
Phew, no rejection!

Outside, Shigeko's field work filtered inside the room in gentle echoes, you could see her filling the hole by her lonesome at a constant, steady pace.

''I'm curious to see your work, but I'd also like to know you better.'' The way Seyraphal tightens her lips almost makes you regret asking.

''Sorry for being awkward, I've never been good at making friends.'' She takes a whispering tone as she gently uses her four hands to toy with the needles on the table. ''Give me a moment.''

Getting up without moving away, Seyraphal uses all her arms to grab her wide wings and tighten them into a bundle like one would for wet hair. She spent a few moments running her hands over this length, making the white, almost cloth-like material increasingly malleable.
''Would you like to hold them?'' She asks as she folds them forward after going past her neck. ''I need my wings away from my back; I can use a chair otherwise, don't worry.''
Yes! Yes! ''I'd love to.'' Seyraphal gently handed you the long bundle of clothes that were her wings as you stood next to her. Her sundress, previously belonging to your mother, almost melded into the natural colors of her body.

''Oh!'' You can't help the exclamation. Soft! So adorably, amazingly, beautifully soft! Her insectoid body had you assume those wings were a membrane or maybe skin-like material, but the soft fuzz that covered parts of Seyraphal's body seemingly made up these entire, long wings.
This is where depression goes to die. Remembering her careful needlework is the only thing that stops you from putting your face inside that heavenly softness. What kind of dreams could this give you...?

''Is it fur?'' You need to ask. It feels like it!
''S-sometimes.'' Her fingers are dancing in reaction to your touch, cheeks reddened from sensations.
Aaiah, I got carried away. Wait, sometimes?
''Yes, sometimes.'' She repeated at your silent questioning stare, composure returning with the stop of your petting.