With another sigh, Hatame motioned her closer so he support himself against her shoulder. Which was awkward, because the woman was so short! So mostly, "supporting himself" consisted of laying his hand, gingerly, on her shoulder and trying not to put too much weight on her, otherwise the both of them would go toppling over, no doubt!
"Sewing, huh? To be honest, I'm actually not bad at that," he said with a one-sided shrug. He'd taught himself, for it was a practical skill to have, and he damaged his clothes too much not to know how to mend them.
"I only know a basic stitch, mind you. So I wouldn't trust me with any dresses."