Elizabeth heard the shout just in time to see Goose take off with a pastry, smiling to herself at the antics. She took one for herself as she gathered around Iskra and Deimos, cradling her characteristic hot tea as she listened to the instructions. A soft blow into the steam preceded her words, curiosity piquing her tone. "Like a glass dome? That might be nice. Although something built of brick or stone - like something over a bathhouse - might allow for more privacy." Especially if they planned to allow people to soak and heal near the infirmary, she wasn't sure they wanted outsiders to be able to peek inside. Regardless, she nodded her head. "Either way, I think a cover is a fantastic idea." It would protect the pools from the elements and make it more defensible if the need ever came.
As decisions were being made, Elizabeth reclaimed her shovel, setting aside her tea as she brushed the snow from the handle. She then looked to the untouched portions of dirt, suppressing a groan at the ache she could already feel resurfacing. Perhaps a massage would be in order later, a little bit of self-care for all the manual labor she'd subjected herself to.
Taking a deep breath, she decided that delay would only prolong the suffering. Instead, she pushed the spade into the earth, resuming the familiar process of digging.
Elizabeth suggests a thicker covering and resumes digging!
As decisions were being made, Elizabeth reclaimed her shovel, setting aside her tea as she brushed the snow from the handle. She then looked to the untouched portions of dirt, suppressing a groan at the ache she could already feel resurfacing. Perhaps a massage would be in order later, a little bit of self-care for all the manual labor she'd subjected herself to.
Taking a deep breath, she decided that delay would only prolong the suffering. Instead, she pushed the spade into the earth, resuming the familiar process of digging.
Elizabeth suggests a thicker covering and resumes digging!
Elizabeth Fraiser
