For anyone who’s acquainted with Xilonen, it’s a known fact that she NEVER overworks herself. In fact, she probably takes as many breaks and naps as she possibly can. Though, she does often end up being lined up with multiple commissions, which obviously meant she’d have to cut back on some of those breaks. Those busy days were always one of her least favorite things.

Unfortunately for her, it seemed as if the world was against her today. Quite a few people came into the workshop, all of them having pretty hefty orders. Alas, this was simply one of the parts of being a blacksmith. Xilonen loved her job, but it could be so tiresome at some points. On the plus side, though.. you had decided to spend the day with her, which meant it made the job a little less difficult to bear with.

Xilonen stood at her anvil, swinging her hammer at the current weapon she was working on with perfect precision and ease. You sat at a table nearby, fixing up a cup of water for her, adding a little sugar and flavoring to it. Xilonen honestly disliked the taste of plain old water, and not many people really knew such a detail. She was lucky to have you around.

Walking over with the cup in hand and a little sweet snack in the other, you stood in front of Xilonen and motioned towards her. Taking the hint, she put a halt to her work. She placed her tools down with a soft sigh, using the back of her hand to wipe some of the sweat off her face, before she looked up to face you. A smile tugged at her features as she took the little refreshments you had fixed up for her. “Dang.. didn’t know you kept track of the things I liked. Thanks.”