Sasha looked up when Mayt began to speak, curious when he said about giving her something. She couldn't imagine what he had been working on for a month, for her, yet she found herself curious, wanting to know, and excited, accepting the gift when he handed it to her.

She blinked, studying the wooden object. It was poorly made and she took a moment to figure out what it was, and she found herself smiling, curling her fingers around it gently, tenderly. "Oh! It's wonderful. I love it, thank you" Mayt might not think it was much, that it wasn't good, but Sasha thought it was perfect, simply because he had made it for her. 

She held it close, and gave him a smile. "It's perfect and it doesn't need to be finished" she hadn't been given a gift in years, not since her parents had died. She quickly gave Mayt a hug, before stepping back