Sam chuckles at the praise, bowing just a little bit.

After a time he can see that the work is starting to bother her, and glad that she chooses to stop instead of press on. At seeing Ellana crack her knuckles he has the need to do so as well, wiggling his fingers afterward.

"It's what's left of the blue vitriol from the Fallow Mire, and a bit of iron. Decently strong metal, but the easiest to work with. Feeling more confident with the hammer?"