Puzzle pieces; everything slid into place when she gave him a look and produced work which he'd dropped off in town not a week before. The wariness, that fight or flight cast to her body, it made more sense.
Hephaestus gave the charm only a cursory glance -- he didn't need to examine his own art -- and smiled more sincerely this time. It was rough around the edges, but it was real and it was definitely amused.
"Maybe." Not that he knew what a 'herari' was. "Depends. I don't have any shoes to steal, if that's what you're getting at."