[Seasonal Event] What Must Be Done

Phoebe watched him the whole time, just in case it looked like the work was getting to be too much. But true to his donkey nature the stubborn ass he was he seemed determined to hold out. When they were done, she did her best to help him out of the harness, though he didn't seem to need it. A small laugh escaped her lips at his praise, wrapping her arms around him in return. "I just picked things up, you did the hard work." she said. She wasn't totally helpless, she did know how to pick things up. But the praise for something so menial was still appreciated. She was quiet at first when he spoke, but at length she nodded against his shoulder. "Most of it might not be salvageable, remember." she said gently. There had been so much bloodshed the wood that made the whole first floor was likely beyond repair, only good for very disgusting smelling firewood at best. Frankly, it might be better to simply call it a loss, burn the place, and rebuild. But as far as she knew, the second floor might have some things to be salvaged. "I'll be with you the whole time. Let's just get it done." Phoebe In a gentle way, you can shake the world