Well, she thought, that was uneventful. It seemed like nothing changed between each piece of wood but she was loathe to point that out to him when it was blatantly obvious... so she did not. Instead, she shifted in her seat and turned to look at him. He looked like he was brooding again. "I am lookin' forward to yer lessons, sir," she said softly to see if that pulled him out of it. She wouldn't be able to stay out much longer, not wanting to leave her son alone for too long.