No, he can't blame her for trying. Amusement flickers in dark eyes and Maine hums in consideration. Chopping wood isn't the most entertaining thing, but it's something to do. Something to keep his body engaged and his mind relatively occupied. Better than sitting around spinning wool, as he's seen others take to doing.

However, there's one question that begs an answer:

"Which forge?"

It may well confirm Brigitte's suspicions that he's staying in the North Village. After all, 'the forge' needs no further explanation for people living in the South. Maine, on the other hand, passes by the building's mirror in the North regularly.