Fern's mouth forms a small 'oh' of both surprise and understanding--she'd met a few elf-blooded humans back in Ansburg, farmers and farmhands both.

"Though it may be that I am less helpful than I had hoped."

She shakes her head and offers a quick, "You're all right," and budges her shoulder up against the frame one more time. She nods to the hammer, trying to give Herian an encouraging look. "One more time ought to get it done. I'm Fern," she adds, along with a very small, shy smile.