and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
It's starting to take shape, and Aamu takes a moment to bundle up his long and wild hair, rolling it into a tight bun against his head and sticking a long nail through it. It's still messy and falling in tendrils about his face, but it's less annoying than having it everywhere else too.Without saying much about the new directions he follows Sam to the doors, bringing saw and timber so that they can shape the frame and fit snugly into the wall. He leaves the talk of chimneys to those who know these houses best—it's not an unreasonable idea. "I suspect Wessex might use herself as a decoy," he murmurs to Sam as they work, neither judging nor approving of her decision, should it indeed come to that.
Aamu helps with the doors!
Aamu
