Well, he said something. And to Farogil’s credit, it is nothing Fíadh could have expected to hear. In fact she’s certain she’s never heard those words put in that particular order before, certainly not with what she is now realizing is sincerity. A wash of confusion spreads a strange sort of calm over her as she unwittingly lowers her shoulders. She knows there’s something she should say in response, but the only things that come to mind are ‘why?’ or that’s strange.’ She has the rare feeling that neither are the right thing.

Instead she looks back down to the now fully broken pedal of her grindstone and purses her lips. It’s an immediate problem she can focus on instead of … this thing.

“I’ll need another set of hands to fix this.”

That’s her way of saying thank you. Probably.