squashed in like sardines

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

As Maea appeared in front of Amun he scowled at her. "This isn't out!" Eyes flicking down to the buckets she still carried, his scowl deepened. "Forget the damn clay! We can always get more later." Sprinting in her direction, he would try to grab the handle of one of the buckets in question and toss it aside.

Nodding at her mention of the river, he changed course. "Lead the way. I will guard our rear." With what little remaining metal he had, he created a short rod. Any gourd that got in range he'd whack. Slowing down so he didn't pass her he twisted so he could try and see both ahead and behind him.

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid