Ophelia
There's no future left for you and me
I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Beaming at Kiada, grateful for the help (and the much stronger arms) the work goes by surprisingly quickly until all the sandbags have been offloaded and placed. Putting the broom and the shovels the others had used into the wheelbarrow and setting it aside, Ophelia flicks a long strand of damp pale hair out of their face and happily steps out of the rain to Danta's side. It's getting a little too chilly for their tastes. I was holding and I was searching endlessly
Luckily this next part only involves trips in and out from the much warmer depths of the Temple. Ophelia ferries the clothes and blankets, trying to keep them as protected from the rain as possible by stuffing them into their raincoat - and incidentally looking like a bulbous, waddling shade of highlighter yellow in the process.
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Phi stuffs the clothes and blankets under their raincoat to ferry inside!
But now there's nothing left that I can do
So don't be blue
So don't be blue
