His mouth went slack for a moment at her not even dismissing him with words. He tried to say something, but in the end decided to say nothing at all, giving her a nod before heading out towards the kitchen. 

The cottage was fairly large for a single person to live in. The tub where Ferona washed was in the central workroom, where on the left side was the forge and the right side was the tub next to his workbench and tools where he practiced as a carpenter. On that side of the room was also a door that led to a long kitchen and small eating area, with a wooden dinner table and a few smaller tables where food was to be prepared. He'd set up his food earlier, and now was chopping up some chicken and various herbs and spices, as well as a potato or two into a short pan of boiling water and milk, preparing potato chicken stew. 

Humphrey the basset wagged his little tail and watched Berek with a happy pant, content to smell the food and soak in the steam from the pot. It was nearly ready when Ferona was done. Outside the tub, she would see a pole with various shirts and trousers, though even just wearing one of the blacksmith's shirts would fit like a small dress on a woman of her size. 

Berek would start humming to himself as he finished cooking and began setting up the table. An old tune his father used to sing to him, the smith's voice low and smooth.