REXANNA
Rome wasn't built in a day.
He stumbled over her mention of sewing, and her eyes flickered from the house back to Are for a brief moment. He tugged at his shirt for a brief moment before listening while Rexanna pointed out everything that needed work. And when he spoke next, about wearing out what he already had in a few days, Rexanna nodded for a moment before chiming a quiet chuckle. “I can fix things too, if you have need of it.” She suggested. After all, it wasn’t like she couldn’t do it herself. It would just take a few days for her to find the time and do everything. But Rexanna was a busy woman, and help was appreciated but never expected. And even with the glamour magic, she was always a fan of getting her hands dirty even if it didn’t look like it. Rexanna stepped aside to let him see the tools she had and lifted the broom to move toward the steps to brush them off with it. Her eyes glancing to him occasionally as he started — first by removing the bundle of tools and his shirt of all things. At first she was a bit confused, but she wasn’t a person to judge. Whatever made him more comfortable she supposed. But whenever she realized she had perhaps been staring a bit longer than usual in her confusion, her eyes shifted toward the shirt left in the bundle before she picked up her broom and went step by step to brush off the rockery and tiny tree branches and leaves now that the snow had melted. But Are has grown chipper again, mentioning that the shrubbery wouldn’t be a problem and wanted to know where she wanted it. For a moment she wasn’t certain, until she looked to the corner of her home’s land and saw there was nothing there. A perfect place to put the debris so she could deal with it later.
After she had paused in sweeping the steps, she gestured with a clean pale hand toward the edge — not too far of course, she didn’t want to over exert him. “There would be fine!” She chimed to him in response before finishing sweeping the last few steps and pushing the rubble from the walkway. “So are you new here, Are?” She questioned, glancing back toward him as she began to work on the small walkway.
But it burned in one.
