Hadama accepted the smack as his due, a slow smile finally spreading over his face. He turned back to their project, making sure to hold his side steady while she hammered in the nail that anchored her end. The sounds of the bells were a cheerful, pleasant accompaniment to their conversation and it was hard to imagine any spirits being scared by such lovely sounds, but Hadama trusted the therapist's lore. Even if it was merely a myth at least it was one of the more appealing ones.
He accepted the nail and hammer and secured his own side of the string of bells, each tap making the line shiver and tinkle brightly. By the time he had finished his mug had appeared at his side and he accepted it from Elizabeth with a grateful nod. "Thank you," he murmured, taking a savoring sip. "They are too good to waste." And she would find a willing recipient of the extra food in the former chef when the time came, though for the moment... "These will stay warm on the hearth while we finish." His observation was made with a hint of amusement as he took her mug in turn and carried their drinks over to the fireplace while she retrieved the final string and nails. "Are the spirits immune to fire?"
He accepted the nail and hammer and secured his own side of the string of bells, each tap making the line shiver and tinkle brightly. By the time he had finished his mug had appeared at his side and he accepted it from Elizabeth with a grateful nod. "Thank you," he murmured, taking a savoring sip. "They are too good to waste." And she would find a willing recipient of the extra food in the former chef when the time came, though for the moment... "These will stay warm on the hearth while we finish." His observation was made with a hint of amusement as he took her mug in turn and carried their drinks over to the fireplace while she retrieved the final string and nails. "Are the spirits immune to fire?"
