The forge was nice and toasty after a nap in her coal bed, and generally feeling much recovered. She still needed to find something to eat, but right now she had more pressing matters to attend to. She didn't want to make that poor sword wait any longer than he had to.

A bit shamefaced, she made her way into the lounge and over to him. "How are you feeling?" she murmured, not quite able to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry for...earlier."