His help is not turned away, and Cera smiles warmly at the welcome before yet another is crossing the threshold not long after he evacuates it. Not one to pry and unaware of his friend's human features, it takes until Caiside speaks his name for Cera to recognize the figure beneath the low-brimmed hat, and his face lights up in delighted surprise. It feels like ages since he'd last seen Jigano, and he'd feared privately for his safety for many moons after their conversation regarding the tyrannical leadership of the land. He waits until the two have greeted one another, easily distracted as Isuma is pulled out from a little pouch and immediately flies over to him. Cera sweeps his hair off his shoulder to allow her room to perch on it, cooing at her in delighted greeting. "Why, have you grown Isuma? Soon you'll be as big as a panther!" he teases, verdant eyes swimming with joy at her presence.
The tasks are presented, and Cera glances at his little tag-along, considering his options. He certainly doesn't want to chase her off from his shoulder if she wants to settle on it again as they all work, so he pipes up not long after Jigano. "I can take care of the front of the shop," he assures, and sets to work immediately after. There was little time to waste, and dawdling was not in his nature. With a quick goodbye to Isuma and a bright smile at
The cracked counters give him some pause before he brightens and strides outside, quickly stripping the old bark off the nearest pine trees and hauling back the strips. Starting a little fire outside is simple for him, and he places the strips in the biggest jar he has in his little pouch, sacrificing his drinking water temporarily to create the pine tar he needs. Still warm, he returns to the counters and pours it into the cracks, sealing it up and smoothing it out to let it cool.
The shelves are easy enough to repair, re-hanging them and pounding in new rivets with some of the scattered tools and metals available in the forge-to-be. A quick light coating of the pine tar to seal it against further wear, and he wipes his sticky hands against his leggings before turning to Caiside with a smile. "Front is good!" he reports, awaiting further instructions.
