[PQ+] [SE] it stops eventually

Ophelia

There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly

Ophelia sets the broom handle in the crook of their elbow and reaches a hand to swipe away a bit of mud still on Danta’s cheek, listening intently with a pleasant expression. The burn of muscles in use is still an exciting experience even when it has been this long after becoming an Ancient. Perhaps that’s why the rain on their skin is such a delight to feel - though the cold does make them feel sluggish.

Setting the broom aside, Ophelia goes to hunt for a wheelbarrow first because as formerly stated their noodle arms could likely only handle a single sandbag otherwise. Helping to ferry loads back and forth for any of the others who may need it. Placing sandbags as needed even if it’s a struggle to heft them out of the wheelbarrow; it’s certainly easier than waddling with one in hand all the way from the skyboat.

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Phi finds a wheelbarrow first and helps ferry sandbags around to place them!

But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue