I know, I fought you in the dark
She turns to see Aamu approach, the remnants of LongNight even more stark on his skin than it is on hers, and his greeting is cordial enough, though there seems to be something else about him. “Aamu,” she replies in return, equally cordial, missing whatever his eyes might look like as she turns back to a beam she’s hefting and when she turns back, notes that he decides to head to the armory. She doesn’t know enough about him to tell if this singular word is representative of trauma, exhaustion, anger, or just a stoic personality. Henry comes in as she’s lugging a big one out, and she thinks she can gather that he is upset. Wessex had seen the farm but hadn’t stayed long enough to know if anyone else was there or not.
Let the silence stand. They don’t need to talk to get work done.
Maybe its the young Walker’s singular focus - or his grief? - that lends him the strength to easily crack through several beams of wood with nary a splinter or bruise. He’s able to clear the entire pile he’s working on.The one Wessex is hauling breaks as she’s trying to get it into a pile of support limbs, so she has to head back and get the other half. Aamu is perhaps the least successful, as that roof he has to move is stuck under somet debris and won’t easily budge.
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Aamu, keep working on that roof.
Henry might will notice if he looks up that what’s left of the corner of the roof is looking real shaky.
Wessex will find remnants of Mara.
the wraith
WESSEX
