Hotaru
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
Speaking of hoes, some people are a bit more accustomed to bending over, Colt. So although the Valkyrie is positively gleaming from the amount of sweat on her skin by time they reconvene, at least her lower back isn't sore. A good thing, considering they have plenty of hours left in the day - and many more days to come at that. Sleeping on cots won't improve the aches and pains unfortunately. But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
"I vote for a burn pile," she calls idly to Colt as she heads back off with her group to scour their marked section for any debris. There's all sorts, though not the kind of stuff you'd normally think of when hearing the word 'debris', nothing manmade or littered. Plenty of smaller bones, awkward rocks, corpses of cacti (and living ones too, which she makes someone else dig up thank you), and half-shredded tumbleweeds. Yet more plain labor that makes her briefly miss her Abandoned abilities and how they were more useful for these sorts of menial tasks. She wouldn't go back for the world, but as she throws another dehydrated log into the scrap pile, well...maybe she at least considers it.
As the sun sinks down and the workers begin to retreat to wash up and prepare for dinner and then a hard, deep sleep, Hotaru follows along with Andraste in her arms and daydreams about slipping one of her ice spheres into her washcloth for a nice cold bath. Cot aside, she's definitely sleeping shifted, because it's about to get a whole lot colder as the sun stays gone.
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Ru and NPC squad clear and pile up debris! Nothing special.
I used to sing about being free
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
Oh, baby, look what you've done to me
