Perhaps to Eli's surprise, he'd have found her not a merciless taskmaster, but rather doing her best, cleaning the dirt from her own bundles of uprooted plants with a few dainty smacks, periodically using the black steel dagger at her hip to carefully cut away tangles or to trim unruly root bulbs. In fact, between the two of them the flax didn't last long - what might have taken all day for her alone took not overly long at all between them and in a short time she found herself securing the second bundle with twine. Sitting back on her heels she looked up at him, removing the hat and gently fanning herself with the floppy brim, wiping obvious dirt from her fingers before ruffling her hair and pulling it up in a tail off her neck.
She seemed not overly exhausted, but reasonably tired, and did not try to move but rather remained next to her small bounty. "You're not bad at ripping up plants." She didn't sound surprised and though that didn't sound like a compliment it didn't seem entirely like a criticism, either. Still fanning herself with the hat her attention turned toward the bundles, giving them a pat or two each - she'd sleep like a rock tonight if she could ever get comfortable. Hard work was hard.
Blinking, she covered a yawn with the hat, winding her hair into a knot at the back of her skull and using the hat to fix it in place as she found that there was no time like the present to face tasks you didn't really want to complete, like hauling these miserable flax-bundles all the way home. She did not look at him as she rose to her feet, struggling silently to remain stately and composed about it, spending a moment to dust herself down before even approaching the bundles... and stopped. She did not want to get back on the ground. "Mister Monnrow? Could you hand me one of those bundles?" She shot a glance his way, expecting perhaps derision or a sneer, maybe a sarcastic quip for her request, but here she didn't have much choice. She wasn't about to leave the potential basis of her livelihood out here to rot.
She seemed not overly exhausted, but reasonably tired, and did not try to move but rather remained next to her small bounty. "You're not bad at ripping up plants." She didn't sound surprised and though that didn't sound like a compliment it didn't seem entirely like a criticism, either. Still fanning herself with the hat her attention turned toward the bundles, giving them a pat or two each - she'd sleep like a rock tonight if she could ever get comfortable. Hard work was hard.
Blinking, she covered a yawn with the hat, winding her hair into a knot at the back of her skull and using the hat to fix it in place as she found that there was no time like the present to face tasks you didn't really want to complete, like hauling these miserable flax-bundles all the way home. She did not look at him as she rose to her feet, struggling silently to remain stately and composed about it, spending a moment to dust herself down before even approaching the bundles... and stopped. She did not want to get back on the ground. "Mister Monnrow? Could you hand me one of those bundles?" She shot a glance his way, expecting perhaps derision or a sneer, maybe a sarcastic quip for her request, but here she didn't have much choice. She wasn't about to leave the potential basis of her livelihood out here to rot.
