[PQ] From the Ashes, part 2

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

Melita’s amiability and wide, open smiles continued, listening to Sascha as they introduced themselves, chipper and keen as well, energetic and fervent at the ability to help and assist all over again. “Best of luck to you, Sascha!” Then she winked, and skipped along to where they were being heralded, waving her hands back up to Rory to indicate her hands were fine, for the present, catching Amalia’s eye with a winsome grin too. She was surrounded by friends, and it was a blissful, wondrous feeling – made her eager, made her yearn to scratch below the surface and dig into whatever Jigano orchestrated; capable of anything and everything. She listened, intending to grab hold of the situation that suited her best – she’d lugged and tugged rubble and ruin and rock the last interval, with some amount of luck (and lacking in others; the spider bites were healing nicely and the scratches, bumps, and bruises had been relatively minimal). Clever hands mixing and laying mortar sounded relatively fun and amusing – her gaze swinging over to the woman with their ingredients and troughs lying in wait. She ghosted along towards Amalia, whispering in her ear, like shared secrets and conspiracies, a wry smirk composed along her lips. “Want to be demons of the mortar?” Then, without further ado, she saluted the bard, and skipped along to the area, rolling up her sleeves, while Fangorn occupied himself with Isuma and Jyoti, coaxing them forward in a hissing, growling barrage. “What would you like us to do first?” She inquired towards the inhabitant, the same bright candor enraptured across her features. -- Melita chooses to help mix the mortar! 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