He shrugs. "Don't, really, understand it, but I don't need to." He says, gently. "See, it's your thing. Just like blacksmithing is my thing. If you can put up with the smell, and the heat, and me losing track of time, this? This is easy." They're a partnership now. There's going to be times where they don't see eye to eye, there are going to be times when things are going to be so much worse for them. But this? This is easy. And why shouldn't he do something so simple to support her?