"I feel like something's off with him," Fokil expressed to Ivana, his tone laced with concern, prompting Ivana to turn her attention to Broken, though she couldn't discern what had caught Fokil's notice.
"I don't see… something wrong with him, Mr. Fokil."
"He works tirelessly, like a machine. Not even a Master Blacksmith works as hard as him, I can assure you that. He needs a distraction, something to take his mind off whatever problem might be weighing on him. And that's where you come in, Ivana. You could be the one to offer him comfort, help him forget his troubles. I'm not good at handling these kinds of situations."
"Really?" Ivana responded. "I'm not sure if I can help, but I'll make sure he eats some of what I brought."
Ivana approached Broken with caution, her footsteps measured so as not to disrupt his work. She delicately placed a steaming dish of freshly cooked pasta on the table near his workstation.