[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

Despite her endless amusement at the provided tasks, it was also a welcome relief that they were nearly completed. How marvelous the Atheneum would be – after everything was finished, after holes were contorted back into walls, after ceilings were raised, after beauty was restored. It was already a work of beatific art, with its library, its marble countenance; it just needed the brandished touches, rejuvenation and renewal at the spread of their hands. There was only the roof left – and even with fatigue stretching its way through her fingertips, she’d be back again the next day, ready, eager, and fervent. By the time the dawn arrived, she and Fangorn had returned, the latter sniffing at things on the floor, the former attempting to pick between the two things left. She hemmed and hawed, because both sounded like enjoyment, but in the end, went with her favored weapons. “I can help lay and hammer!” Then she got to it, following the flow of other workers, grabbing hold of the hammer, despite any of Andira’s frowns (not heeded by the girl at all, enjoying the feel of the weight in her hands, the might behind each swing), holding planking down before executing more moves. Sometimes she honed her precision practice in place, other times they were wild and savage motions, for the pure amusement and zeal of it. 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