Just as taking midday rests are unnatural to Ophelia, so too is sleep. Still, they can't deny that now they must be careful of their own safety, and find overly-warm shelter in the otherwise cold Grounds. They cannot help for much longer into the evening, and so Deimos' call is appreciated. Still it ensures that by morning they arrive when the sun has, ready for another day of toiling and wrapped in many layers. Stairs are just as unfamiliar to Ophelia, but they smile gainfully at Darkeye and set to working alongside him, measuring and attempting to make things even and stable. Numbers are far easier for them than words when it comes to their ongoing learning, but they're very aware that any mistakes will likely be their own fault. Luckily construction seems to be easier to understand in their own mind; things must be level, mirrored, and excessively nailed. Easy peasy. - - - Ophelia helps Darkeye build stairs. |
I don't feel no remorse, and you can't see past my blinders
