He followed obediently, trailing slightly behind her and not to her side as he would have normally for he was by no means a submissive man, to watch her as she moved. He was of course surprised when they arrived at her home so soon and a felt a wash of disappointment that he quickly pushed aside, pausing in the doorway when he caught sight Siv's daughter waking from her slumber. He stood in the door awkwardly as Siv put her child back abed, not wanting to disturb the time between them and also in a way afraid of the child. Not scared for his well being in any means but hers. He felt so large around the girl and did not want to accidentally hurt her.
As the girl fell back asleep and Siv turned her attention back to him he swayed his ears forward from their once thoughtful position and moved in beside her as she made her way to her work bench.
Curious he leaned closer to look over her shoulder at the scrap of leather in her hands, a hand hovering over her shoulder as if he was subconsciously going to place it there, if only to keep his balance, but when he realized the motion he dropped his hand to his side and steadied his pose.
"Here," he said after clearing his throat, one ear thrust forward and the other flicked sideways as they so often were, Hrafn pulling his tools from his makeshift belt to place them on her table for her use. He laid them out neatly in a row--hammer, axe and knife--making sure the ends of their handles lined up precisely, even adjusting the knife to ensure this. With a grin he moved aside, briefly making eye contact before patiently waiting for her to make her measurements.