I wanted the observatory because it's a place built for receiving signals from impossibly far away — and she's doing exactly that, except the signal came stitched into hide by hands now still. The Tofa reindeer herders reading stars for migration, the Balearic astronomers reading stars for navigation — both peoples who understood that the sky speaks if you know how to listen. She's learning that the coat speaks too. I gave her that shaking cluster of stitches near the collarbone because someone sewed those coordinates while weeping, and she's only now realizing why. — Sable