Lorelai laughed. "I wouldn't call you awful. It only happened because you were being a knight. Saving everyone and putting yourself before danger is you job after all." They reached the blacksmith where a man worked in a hot hut. Metallic banging could be heard. A soft faced young woman, no older than thirty, was hanging laundry to dry while a plump baby sat in a basket at her feet, cooing a bit. Lorelai's face lit up at the sight of the rosy cheeked infant.