Unwelcome may be his observation, staged rather late into the process but lingering as conclusion seemed well within grasp, minimal, if even present, his concern over such. Known the other only in manner that may fit her with the moniker of acquaintance, proximity gleaning only a trivial amount of information, yet his intrigue was peaked. Possibly breached her personal space in desire to widen horizons rather restricted as they were, comfortable his placement upon spiralling stairs for now.

No such doubt was apparent in those who deemed themself as worth her time, disturbed the smooth and familiar cycle. Polite the rebuff of each within turn, another always there to replace the departing, believed better their chances. Humourless the chuckle that pulled lips back as next fled with indignation barely subdued across visage, though short his observation of them as her work seemed to end. It never did, or at least seemed so. Practice made easy her fitting of the faux limb into placement, evident the cause of her annoyance as check came up with fault.

Pushed into action Dylluan made his own approach, brief the diversion of his attention, his own prosthetic was left beyond his reach, however, and he had no work he may pretend to be busy with. Rather than such craven tactics he approached so Dead may know his end goal, about her chosen forge circling. He bore no words of assistance, merely looked upon her work, traced the intricate lines carved into the metal.

"Rather pretty, might need to get my next one from you." The mirth lacking from before coloured his words as he lifted his eyes, mimicked the action with that which remained of his own lacking extremely, a few inches off the shoulder.