To humbly ask.

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best As Are sat, so too did the Voice. She appeared even more childlike now, hunched and willowy as she watched him with enigmatic eyes. "And are those things not wonderful? Can they not be masterpieces in their own right?" She asked with a smile. "You do yourself a disservice Are, thinking that you are worth so little. Your potential is so clear to see. I could make you so bright, and in that brightness you too could see yourself. You could transform the meager leather into something wonderous, just as I would transform you." Extending her hand towards the cobbler gently, she held it palm-up. "Will you accept this gift? Will you become bright?"