Hotaru
I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
Hotaru groans loudly, clearly objecting, in a way that she normally would not in front of so many strangers. She leans with most of her body to elbow Colt in a rather belated revenge tactic that might also work to shut her up. "You're torturing me, and you know it. Keep it up and no ice spheres for you." Because damn it, the jerky and sun-safe foods they all packed have nothing on a fresh feast the likes of which Colt is describing. Pausing right before they get back to work, Ru considers her own answer just for the fun of it. "Blackened salmon on a bed of garlic butter risotto, with roasted asparagus, scalloped potatoes, and black tea with fresh raspberry juice strained in." There's a pause - then she throws her head back, thick bun nearly dislodged from the force, sweat-slick golden strands highlighting the furrow of her brow where they stick to her face. "Ugh! Your fault, Colt!"But I fear I'm getting used to being held by you
Stomping away petulantly, Hotaru pouts her way into the next few hours of work, envisioning salmon that couldn't be further away geologically at bare minimum. The hammering and sounds of shuffling feet and grunted breaths helps distract her after enough time moping. Or perhaps that's Andraste, who has ventured out now that the sun has vanished and seems intent on clinging tonight, though it makes work a tad more difficult. They collapse into bed together like sleepy puppies, splayed out and tangled up.
It's more woodwork the next morning. The Abandoned even have little they can do magically that can't be achieved at roughly the same rate by any able-bodied person, so they all end up tackling the same tasks the menial way. Boring, but efficient.
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Base-camp-ing it up!
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
