"I could help," Irene offered, which -- if that right there wasn't proof enough of how far she was gone, what more did anyone need? (She would likely be more hindrance than help -- especially without clothes -- but still. An offer!) "Be your little blacksmithing apprentice."

Punctuated by a kiss behind Amaya's ear and an emphasized snag of that hooked leg (which seemed like a better prospect than trying to out-arm Amaya.)