Early the next morning, Seven awoke with a sharp pain in her forehead and aching all over. Cursing, she limped her way into the workshop where the blacksmith was hammering away at his forge. Always hammering away at something... smiling slightly she hobbled over to him, kicking a bucket when she was close enough to startle him. Surprised, he stopped mid hammer, and looked at her wide eyed,
"What on earth are you doing up?" He asked.
Giving him that same crooked grin, "I bounce back you know that." Sitting down on a cool spot of bricks near where he was working, "'Sides, there's something I gotta get from my bunk."
"Humph." Was all the blacksmith said, frowning at her, he walked over to some small wooden beams that were leaning against the wall near some metal sheets, looking them over before settling on one that had a bit of a notch in it and grabbing a bit of fabric that he tied off, making a make-shift crutch. Walking back over to Seven and handing her th