She had been uncertain whether the man would actual help her until the moment that he lifted the board from her fingers. With a strength and precision that was suggested by his physique, she was unsurprised by the ease with which he hung her sign. It was more about the matter of fact and no-nonsense way he carried himself that had her scanning his face intently. She tried to lessen the intensity as she replied with a gentle "Thank you."
Focused on his soldierly figure and demeanor, Elizabeth was shocked by his then expert display of magics, molding and forming the step stool and ladder out of seemingly thin air. She had to admit that the items would be useful, but she was much more interested in his contrasting personality. He appeared rough and abrasive yet stopped to help her when she asked, even being considerate enough to go through the effort of making her assistive devices for the future. Perhaps it was just a means to keep her from bothering him again, yet it seemed that he was kinder than he portrayed on the outside.
With a warm smile of appreciation, she placed her hand on the items to feel the solid wood. A light laugh accompanied her words as she said, "Thank you! That's so thoughtful!" Remembering her other manners, Elizabeth reached a slim hand out from under her shawl. "My name is Elizabeth." Gesturing her head to the interior of her new home, she the said, "You looked like you were on a mission, but can I get you something in return? You're welcome to come in for some coffee or tea? Or I can get you a cup for your trip?" He didn't seem like the kind to hang around the fire and chat with a stranger, so she didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but she also wanted to show him her thanks. If she remembered correctly, she also had some scones that her mother had made for her journey along with some jam in a cupboard.
