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Dora snorted as she tried to fight the twitching of her lips -- they wanted to curl up into a smile, to laugh, at him being silly, because Garryn was silly at times, if he felt like there was any chance she would have left him to the world to figure out things on his own. There weren't too many of them, surface dwarves, out there now, and going back to a thaig was an option, but it would be difficult to re-integrate into underground society, let alone having one's eyes quickly adjust back to no sunlight. And truth be told, Dora had lived her entire life above ground. She wouldn't be happy underneath, just like she was fairly certain Garryn would be miserable as well.

Well, you're right about that, fool and going to your head, I would knock sense into you either way. They had met, running for their lives, had spent more time on the road with one another now, than apart, as far as Dora knew. The man was a friend, and the only other dwarf she knew now. They'd take care of one another. Nah, the hammer is after you learn the proper cadence of the billows. Gotta learn when to stoke the flame, turn the billet, there's a rhythm, a music.. to the forge that is. You'll learn it. It calls to us, it's in our blood, in our very nature, to shape stone and metal like we do. It's quiet to you now, but you'll hear it in the ring of the hammer, you'll hear the singing soon enough. No need to scrub tubs. Dora grinned as she finally finished off her meal, setting the empty bowl aside and focusing on the bread now, it was the last of their fresh rations.

When I had to start on my own, I could have used someone, I know what it's like, to try and face that future on your own, so you got me, and I'm glad to be a part of it, where ever it leads you, 'Ryn.

@Garryn Aeducan