[Seasonal Event] Spring Cleaning

"Oh. Well...i-if you can handle my st...stutters, I can...ha-handle your eyes." Sam promised with a small smile, almost glad to find someone who could understand his difficulties. Perhaps, he thought, he could make her a practice book with bigger letters in darker ink, so it would be easier to see. He knew he would have appreciated help like that when he was trying to talk at all clearly, knew how much a kind action could help towards your resolve. He was shocked by his offer too, but the more he thought on it the more he liked it. He had been taught his trade, after all, by the last bookmaker in the village - when he'd died Sam had become the only one. If he wanted the work to survive he needed to pass the skills on, and it felt good to have the knowledge to give. "Great! Yes. It's...n-not that hard. We'll...w-work out a time." Jigano suddenly returned carrying what looked like a rather cumbersome awning, which Sam felt was mostly unnecessary but let be set up anyway, thinking it might help his friends nerves. "Thank you." He said once it was up and set to work, taking a shovel and easily pushing the dirt up and aside with his advanced strength, at odds with his skinny frame and general wimpy appearance. "Oh, well. I..I'm g-going to teach Maea to r..read and make books." He told Jigano. Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child