Fíadh's attention is focused on the anvil, but she spots Detlef in her periphery when he enters. She tenses slightly, but says nothing; if she's lucky he'll just gawk for a bit then move on. But the minutes crawl by and he just. Stands there. Does he want her to acknowledge him or something? Because he's the one who strolled in and-

Oh, he spoke. She finally raises her eyes to assess his person before meeting his own.

"Fíadh," she says curtly. Maybe it's her name or maybe it's just a word, who knows, she's not clarifying. "What would be the point of fixing it if I'm not planning on using it? I'm staying here."

Ignoring his outstretched hand, she immediately turns back to the anvil and gets back to work. After a few moments, though, she speaks again.

"Do you need something? Horseshoes?"