With everyone knowing their tasks, the gang gets to work. He makes sure to encourage Ifrit to sleep early on for her own sake, but it wouldn't make much difference to their work if she opted to stay awake and watch instead.

Sven looks haggard by the time that they finish. How long has it been? It felt like hours of tedious, grisly labour to Sven, but maybe it just dragged for him because of how exhausting their task was. The gusto he'd set into their mission with had waned around halfway when the fatigue had begun to set in...it's foolish, he realises, but he'd GREATLY underestimated how taxing it would be enchanting so many small items at once. Especially when applying a fresh spell to each item, one at a time, to ensure each got the full potency of the enchantment.

Sweat beads on his forehead and his white t-shirt is covered in black smudges where he's had to keep wiping off his hands between spells so to avoid dirtying all of Ifrit's clothes with soot. His arms are stained black all the way up past his elbows, but when the last is over he still sits back with a wide, triumphant grin.

"Done! Done, that's it. It's over. Right everybody, tomorrow is cancelled. Catch me doing nothing but sleeping for the next entire day."