[ And his response of a vague and distant “mmhm” shows that he absolutely doesn’t believe her. Luckily in the end, neither of them have to worry about it because he doesn’t fall in.
He beams as he’s ushered towards the anvil, more than pleased with himself for not flubbing up the one job he was given to do—because he doesn’t expect to be given the job of hammering the metal out. He knows it’s quick, and he assumes skilled work. Instead, he just hovers over Hilda’s shoulder as she works, eyes growing wide in awe as a blade takes shape right before him. ]
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He beams as he’s ushered towards the anvil, more than pleased with himself for not flubbing up the one job he was given to do—because he doesn’t expect to be given the job of hammering the metal out. He knows it’s quick, and he assumes skilled work. Instead, he just hovers over Hilda’s shoulder as she works, eyes growing wide in awe as a blade takes shape right before him. ]
Yeah…yeah, that’s good. I’ve got no complaints.