[PQ] Whitebrim Waystation

Cordelia hissed out a breath as the wind cut through the house, blowing up the window and bringing in with it more snow, dirt, and grime. She grumbled, glowering at the window as if looks could kill, but instead nothing happened to the window. The hinges simply creaking as another gust of wind made it open once more. That was going to have to be fixed. Abandoning her broom in favor of going to work on the window, the Attuned looked them over, measuring them with a bit a rope before setting off into the ruins without a word. She waders until she finds a home that has intact windows, measuring to see if they will fit the ones she needed to replace, smiling softly when she realizes that they're stained glass. Lovely and full of color. Carefully she removed them from their resting place, carrying them back one at a time to where they were working until they were all there before getting started on swapping them out. Cordelia finds stained glass windows to replace the broken ones! Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run