[PQ] rub some dirt in it

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

Help wanted was always something Melita responded to: frequently beguiled and allured to assist anyone in need. Considering this concerned the guildhall (of which she now belonged to – sounding more like a dream every instant she gave it a passing thought), she was more than happy to oblige, skipping down behind its hallowed dominion, despite the heat, despite the sultry sun (born into its depths, once christened and anointed in its bright, ebullient graces), gloves in hand. Fangorn was much the same, bounding and leaping after all, making a beeline for Sugar as soon as they wandered into the midst, hissing at the dragonling from the ground. She’d already managed to knot the ends of her dress so they stayed out of the way, and her patience had been heightened long enough for her to braid her hair together and then pin it up, though there was always a risk it’d come flying apart the moment she instituted another series of raucous movements. As she approached the other workers, she waved to Ronin and Jigano, and the other one – tall and unknown, her chin raised up and up to glance at him and offer her greetings. “Hello! I’m Melita!” Her smile was an exuberant thing, coiled and tangled up in her energetic motives and pursuits, before she turned to Ronin. “Ready when you are! What do you need us to do?” M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe