Too Bad
She doesn't like him. If he were different, then maybe.
It's too bad that he's no good with weapons. He can't swing an axe to save his life. His aim with a bow is atrocious. He can't even lift a mace. As for the hammer– never mind. Though, he does have surprising fluidity with a sword…
It's too bad that he has no muscle. He can't tug a tree out of the ground. When he tries to lug sheep, he moves about as fast as a slug. The one time that her friends asked him to wrestle with them, he'd been pinned by all of them in 10 seconds or less. Even Fishlegs. Though, it would be nice to be able to wrap her arms fully around someone, instead of halfway. Or a quarter…
It's too bad that he thinks so much. Every time you step into the forge, duck or else some new invention is going to take your head off. He carries that notebook around with him everywhere. And he is always scribbling in it. But, his drawings are quite nice to look at…
It's too bad that he's so clumsy. Always bumping into people and causing them to drop what they are doing. Causing accidents at crucial times. Getting yelled at by his father and responding with snarky, sarcastic quips in his nasally tone. But, he usually has a valid rebuttal. And the times that he's worked on her axe, he's never knocked a thing over and had surprisingly clever hands….
It's too bad her heart doesn't listen to logic.