Him the brief moment that Lily and Souta's eyes met each other, Lily's crinkled happily while the corners of her lips turned upwards in a kindly smile. She noted it all: How his eyes widened, the way his lips parted, and the look of utter surprise and amazement at what he saw flitting across his face, before it turned into is scepticism born of experience. But even if she knew, or could sense, that there was always more beneath the surface, men would be men. It was one of the first things that she had learnt, upon travelling to the human world. Women have power over men by simply being - able to strike them dumb and speechless with nothing more than poise and beauty. It was something that she had often used, to gain the admiration and trust of people around the world. She had always found it strange that by simply being physically attractive, people would trust you more. Strange as it was, however, she had never cared to try to correct it. Why would she? It gave her an advantage over so many others after all. 

But at the end of the day, it was evident that man before he was not someone ordinary. His initial reaction has she had expected, but they spell her presence had cast on him had passed barely a second later. That only made her more interested. 

As he resumed working, she turned to walk around in the smith itself, looking over the tools and items strewn about with the eyes of someone who knew the way around a blacksmith. She may not have been a master blacksmith like herself, maybe even inferior in skill to Souta, but she still knew how to work a forge, how was sword have to be constructed, the way to harden the edge of a blade, and the the way in which every part as a weapon came together perform something more than the sum of its parts. It was necessary, after all, to know such things otherwise her Projections would be a very little use. Magic though it may be, she was still mimicking metal craftsmanship, albeit far more durable and deadlier. It was but one of many skills she had attained throughout her long life. 

She came buy a barrel of discarded swords. Some rusted, some warped, and others missing half the blade. She picked up one at random, ran the edge along the palm of her hand. Dull. Not even a scratch. She discarded the blade turned her attention back towards Souta. The clicks of her heels matched the tempo of the hammer blows as she walked up to him, placing yourself on the other side of the anvil, facing him with her hands behind her back. She didn't look him in the eyes, but focused instead on the battered and beaten sword between them. 

"You'd better results by smelting the iron and then reforge it into a new blade." She nodded towards the barrel from which she had seen the broken swords. "In there are a few swords with broken blades. Forge welding those together would be a more fuitful endeavour than your current one. But if you do insist on working on that one, I suggest using a grindingwheel." She fought to make eye contact with him for a moment then, smiling warmly, she extended one hand towards him, holding a grinding mask between her fingers. "And you might find this useful."