[ Matt's expectations have been set as well, though he didn't pick his level on purpose. He tends to run on vibes, absorbing and reflecting the energy a companion puts out. His internal dossier on Cersei, after the part that goes ???, would probably read lots of thorns and going through it, and therefore he's actually kind of pleased with her reaction. Compared to how she took the bedroll offer, this is high praise.

He only hopes he hasn't managed to upset her in some way. He'll try to tread with caution. ]

It was fun to do something with my hands, [ he answers first. That's the least complicated of his feelings. ] To make something, even a little thing.

[ It makes him feel, in a strange way, like he's real. Touch would probably do it too: his oldest and most indelible language. But he hasn't had the opportunity to touch anyone here, except to be hustled along by a guard, and even that was usually through the medium of a whip. ]

I make things like that at home all the time. With herbs and flowers, or leather thongs and scrap metal. Old jewelry, all kinds of things.

[ It also pleases Matt to do something nice for someone else--to aim to bring a little brightness into their existence here, even if he can't shake the suspicion that it won't make a difference in the end. That motive is more complicated, and he's not sure Cersei would want to hear it. Or maybe he isn't sure he's prepared to give it voice. ]