Daja smiles a little at the sight, and takes his hand her own. "How about we take a seat? I do have a few chairs out that would be more comfortable for while we talk," she said, gesturing to the door thank linked to the other part of the cottage. Before it came to be in Stacy's City, it would have been where the Blacksmith who owned this forge would have lived. Now it was completely bare, except for the two wooden chairs and table Daja had managed to find.

While she waited for Allen to go sit down, Daja put away her work. "You can put your things down anywhere you like," she said.