and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
"I'm glad to hear," he says, and he means it. But there is not much else to say about it. Aamu has no need to eat anymore and rarely carries food with him, so he doubts he'll be able to lure the fluffy lady out of hiding with anything more tangible than his charm and insistence. Which, knowing cats, might just fail entirely.But that would be a mission for after the bookstore was freshened up and secure again. Aamu runs a critical eye over the walls and ceiling as he steps in, but it seems structurally sound (to his relatively inexperienced eye). He wouldn't much fancy it falling down on his head as they work.
It's easy to spot the largest job: the walls and floors are a mess, and Aamu goes to prepare a bucket of water and a mop. It'll be many trips to empty and refill the bucket, considering how quickly the waters turn black once he gets started on the floors, but if it's anything he's done a multitude of times since returning from near-death it is clean floors.
Aamu mops!
Aamu
