[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

She didn't know if it would be best. If her thoughts, feelings, and concerns would reach Bastien or Isla in a way that urged them to consider what had been done to Halo. Would they simply fall on deaf ears? Would she be told such things didn't matter? Cordelia couldn't say for sure, but they were right in the fact that they would know where they stood once and for all. The Attuned's unease for the situation was like static along the bond and she tried to channel that into hard work. Her muscles aching and protesting their use for such raw strength. "I'll do it. Whether they listen or not will be an answer in itself." She finally agreed, drawing in an icy breath that made her lungs ache, hopping down from the sleigh to assist the two men. Cordelia shifted into position, mirroring Noah so she could keep the logs in place while Deimos worked. There were new callouses forming on her hands and she could tell that she'd be sore tomorrow, but there was still plenty more work to be done. Cordelia helps hold the logs steady! Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run