Fíadh. A lovely name, very strong. If he was a more eloquent man, he'd tell her, or perhaps make some playful connection between her name and fire and how appropriate it is for someone in her trade. But he isn't, and she's no doubt heard it from a dozen other men who think they're more eloquent.

So Faro simply smiles and nods in acknowledgement, also fading into the comfortable quiet. Before he knows it, she's moving on to another tool. His eyebrows lift in surprise; she said it wouldn't take long, but he didn't expect it to be that quick. The smith he used back in Cliffside would have him drop things off and pick it up the next day!

"You work fast," he offers her an impressed grin, intending it as a compliment.