[PQ] Not Yet House Nor Home

Hands experienced at fine bookmaking work came through and deftly weaved in the palm fronds, much to Sam's delight: it seemed the Voice had not taken everything from him. He happily worked until the job was done, humming slightly to himself and finding the task actually quite relaxing, putting effort into making sure it looked neat and sturdy. The time moving on wasn't a problem; if anything it made him more comfortable, less chance of the sun burning his skin from a gap in the leave's shady protection. "I'll h-help you put up the curtains. Then you h..have spaces to put every-everything else into." Sam thought if he was to move into somewhere like this, dividing it up into dedicated spaces would be one of the first steps towards having it feel like a home. Taking whatever material Kellan provided he would go in and begin making the dividers, trying to make sure there was a good even space for each room. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child