Anyone can learn. Hell, if he could make things to protect against the red lyrium, that would be incredibly useful. His heart beat increases a little and he considers a moment, watching her work.

"Galadriel-- uh, ma'am?" It's so bizarre. She's a (very tall) elf from the Fade, but he feels like she should be treated like nobility. "Would you teach me? I ain't much in the fight these days, but I'm really fu-- frickin' good at making things. I'd learn, if you'd show me."

He hardly knows her, and she has every right to say no, but he figures there's no harm in asking. The worst she'll do, he figures, is turn him down.