The Things We Hold Onto, The Things We Leave Behind (Past) Part 18

As Penny and Blythe eventually turned in for the night, Ferrok laid on the floor nearby. He stared at the broken toy, studying it in his hands.

After he was sure they were both well asleep, he stood up and grabbed a box of small tools that he'd found and quietly left the backroom, setting up a space for himself in the far corner at the front of the store. With some carving and some mental measurements, he began working under the dim flame of a lone candle deep into the night.