[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

The decision is made and while Cordelia is still unsure it is the best use for her, she's willing to give it a try if her compatriots think it wise, but those thoughts are quickly pushed away in favor of the work at hand. "Of course." She murmured, shifting to join Deimos in the new task, offering a small smile to Noah as he joined her as well. It seemed he wasn't the only one distracted and with that distraction came injury. Placing a board down directly on his hand wasn't the plan and she winced as if the pain was her own, brows knitting together and a grimace tugging on her features, "I'm sorry!" She said at the same time he did, cheeks flushing deeply as she ducked her head, jaw feathering. After hours of work, they finally came to a stop and Cordelia was grateful for this. She needed to rest. Her muscles ached and there were blisters forming on her palms from the work done today. The Attuned was more than willing to retire to her small tent for the evening, bundled in furs and her coat, trying to keep warm as the snow fell outside. --- The morning came and with it new aches. Her muscles scream in protest as she forced herself out of bed, joining Deimos at the small table he'd created, grabbing something quick to eat while she slowly came into herself in between sips of tea. There was plenty of work to be done and she quietly followed his lead. She'd helped build many structures in her time and one of the most important things for fighting against cold was insulation. "Might help to have some moss and the like to stuff between the logs. Help keep the heat in." Cordelia suggests finding moss or other material to lay between the logs as they make the walls to help keep heat in. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run