Words quickly processed, Primrosepaw smiled as she understood that Baypaw would teach her. She edged closer to where she got the clump from- there being no apparent reason for it, though probably having been an understandable action if she could actually see. The young molly listened carefully to the instruction, trying to somehow picture it in her mind. It was a fail, as she had no idea what it could've resembled, but the guidance seemed somewhat clear nonetheless. Her ears twitched as the sound of padding the ground, and she reached out a paw to feel the dip in the ground herself - the youngling was almost surprised by it, as was shown on her features, though nodded as she finally understood the first step. Dip had to be found, edges too?
Just as she pulled her paw back, there was a familiar sound of of something soft falling. Not just that but she felt something brush past her paw - was that what they slept on? Once it was all padded flat she started sniffing then feeling the formerly broken nest again. It was fixed! And so quickly! It almost seemed like magic but for once, there was just the tiniest bit of... (what was the word again?) logic to it - was that it?
The mostly white calico though for a few moments before slowly nodding. She started patting the ground around her until eventually her paws slipped off into a small dip. She felt the dip around a bit and a bit more, feeling the edges and the surroundings for moss until coming across a clump. She picked it up, found the dip once more, and quickly dropped the clump of moss in it. A bit off-centre, yes, but who could blame her. She started to pat the clump of moss to try having it become as smooth a Baypaw had made their nest, until eventually she was satisfied enough. In the end, the moss in the nest could've been a little less and probably smoothed out more, but it was a beginning. She still had time to learn.
Primrosepaw then sniffed the air and shuffled her paws around until they eventually came across the dandelion she had formerly taken. Finding the newly fixed up by her nest, she put the flower in and turned around in the hopes of Baypaw being there. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't facing them directly, but she gestures to the nest she fixed up still, wanting to know if she had done it correctly.