Jigano made sure to stop for water when he needed it, though he refrained from eating while they were getting so dirty, working with the earth both damp and dry as they deepened the tunnel. He did pause to look over Remi's magical sketchbook with avid curiosity, but there was too much work to do to linger over the marvel for long. At least measuring the timbers provided a momentary break from shoveling, though his recent experience cutting the jagged ends from the Atheneum's dome beams left him certain that the task was better left to any other man in the room.
The bard's lips quirked wryly at hearing that it wasn't Deimos's first rebellion, blue eyes finding the mountain's gaze and offering a slight nod of acknowledgment; recognition of one seditious soul to another. His smile widened at the rare praise, and he sketched a bow in an attempt to bring some levity to the situation before he considered what needed doing next. Remi still looked tired, and Rory... was not a fan of being surrounded by earth and stone. The fox remembered that from Long Night, and their time spent in the Infirmary after the perch had been repaired. He passed close toRory , brushing his shoulder and curling a few gloved fingers a little clumsily around his lover's hand in silent support as he went to pick up his shovel once more. "When you want to rig the tunnel to collapse, that's when I should be called in to do the carpentry," he quipped with a chuckle, heading back into the tunnel with a wave to the men behind him. "Until then, it's probably safer for all of us if I keep digging."
Dig and fill the buckets and dump them in the garden, once and twice and ten times more as muscles ached at the unfamiliar activity, even as he sometimes stopped to stretch and get a drink. What Caido needed far more than a Queen, he thought to himself, was a hot spring! ...but someone else could dig that.
The bard's lips quirked wryly at hearing that it wasn't Deimos's first rebellion, blue eyes finding the mountain's gaze and offering a slight nod of acknowledgment; recognition of one seditious soul to another. His smile widened at the rare praise, and he sketched a bow in an attempt to bring some levity to the situation before he considered what needed doing next. Remi still looked tired, and Rory... was not a fan of being surrounded by earth and stone. The fox remembered that from Long Night, and their time spent in the Infirmary after the perch had been repaired. He passed close to
Dig and fill the buckets and dump them in the garden, once and twice and ten times more as muscles ached at the unfamiliar activity, even as he sometimes stopped to stretch and get a drink. What Caido needed far more than a Queen, he thought to himself, was a hot spring! ...but someone else could dig that.
