[PQ+] [SE] it stops eventually

Ophelia

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

Ophelia has become accustom to worrying about things like splinters again, so it’s a relief when their impromptu carpentry doesn’t go awry. It’s not the sort of blood Ophelia is interested in - though they’d admittedly experimented after first becoming Ancient.

Normally Ophelia is undeterred by mud, but they suppose others were not cattle farmers with more mud than grass on their homestead, so Dantalion’s direction is appreciated for Phi wouldn’t have considered it on their own merit. Going back and forth between the cart, Ophelia begins laying straw down in a comfortable rhythm just ahead of Noah who is setting the planks down. Only occasionally held up by a boot getting stuck in the mud or needing to push their soaked hair out of their face - which only leaves mud streaks across their brow and cheeks.

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Phi lays straw!

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