[PQ] [se] fire of the frost

Cordelia doesn't miss the arch of his brow or the quiet rumble of laughter. Her cheeks flush pink and she huffed, shooting Deimos a look as if daring him to say something, but she can't help the small smile that curled on her lips despite herself. Perhaps it was more obvious than she thought. Not that the Sentinel seemed to notice. Figures. Still, there was work to be done and while she kept an eye out for Noah's return, her attentions were steadily consumed by the task at hand, working until her muscles threatened to give out with fatigue. "If others have collected it they would have gotten everything in the easier to reach places. Belial might be able to find some in spots others overlooked." Cordelia suggested softly, giving Noah a reassuring smile as she poured him another cup of warm tea, offering it to him before tending to one of her own. The Attuned shifted between sips of tea and nibbling on a bit of dried fruit, trying not to shiver in the cold as she flexed numb fingers, pursing her lips at the worn spots forming on her gloves. Once their rest was over, Cordelia pushed herself back to her feet, moving to get to work once more. She was tired and cold and wanted nothing more than to take a hot bath, but that didn't seem to be an option for her right now. It likely wouldn't be for some time. Her thoughts wandered as she set back to work, following Deimos's instructions for completing the next part of construction for the day. Cordelia wishes silently for a hot bath and continues to work after taking a little break. Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run