Evie
No dust will ever grow on this frame
One million years, and I will still say your name
Neither beds nor debris will be difficult for the accomplished men who undertake those tasks. The beds are already built with wheels, so it's a matter of putting them in place and locking them down with a quick tap of the foot for Deimos. The supplies take a bit of discernment to decide what is safe to reuse and what is not, but the workers helping Sah are familiar with their uses, and cleaning it all up is short work. One million years, and I will still say your name
Meanwhile, outside, Evie and Alys work their way through injured civilians until the beds and supplies are taken care of, which immediately and appreciatively frees the two up as nurses begin filtering the injured inside and triaging them to appropriate sections of the clinic.
Evie sticks her head in to evaluate the interior now that she's been freed, and frowns up at the ceiling and walls where cracks are evident in the drywall and timber. "We should get those patched up. The foundations are still solid, but it will prevent it from spreading." If they don't do it now, it will surely be looked over in the chaos of what's to come, and the problem will only spread with pressure and moisture over time.
Construction materials are readily available given what they'd come together to do, so Evie fetches some compound and uses her earth magic to mix it quickly, getting it ready to be spread with trowels that she hands to
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Round three!
Let's get some cracks filled in the timber beams and drywall of the clinic interior!
I love you more than I can ever say
