the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
Having placed the very top stone, it's with a smile of pride combined with relief that Amhran steps back to look at the gate as a whole, his shoulders sagging a bit. "Once it's properly dry I imagine it will look beautiful," he says, wiping his hands on his coat just in case before he ruffles his fingers through his hair, not particularly wanting to get himself stuck to any part of himself by accident. Not after the first mishap.
Joining Deimos in checking everything over, with the memory of getting fused to the gate still fresh in his mind, Amhran is careful to scrutinise things from a safe distance. And if he does identify any gaps, he is quick to point them out to the Sword or to anyone else within earshot without getting close to the mortar himself. Listen, Amhran just doesn't want to risk ruining things now that they are so close to being done, okay?
Amhran checks things over.
Joining Deimos in checking everything over, with the memory of getting fused to the gate still fresh in his mind, Amhran is careful to scrutinise things from a safe distance. And if he does identify any gaps, he is quick to point them out to the Sword or to anyone else within earshot without getting close to the mortar himself. Listen, Amhran just doesn't want to risk ruining things now that they are so close to being done, okay?
Amhran checks things over.
