[Seasonal Event] Three is Company

Amalia falls to work with the vigor of youth and purpose, spurred into action by her unwillingness to reflect. Though her claimed knowledge of carpentry may have been something of a stretch, what the girl lacks in knowledge she makes up for in enthusiasm, and a wild willingness to help. So she sets to work with hands and crowbar, ready to pry away the ruins and prepare for a fresh rebuild, a Flowerbirth hymn falling easily from her rosy lips. Many minutes and not a few splinters later, Amalia sits back and surveys her work, wiping sweat from her brow. Her muscles ache from the work; she has managed to cut her cheek lightly, as well as both her arms, but the flush of accomplishment belies those wounds, and the smug pride in her expression suggests she does not mind the cost. There is a pile of useful timber on her right, smaller than the useless stack but still good. Standing up with a deep stretch, she gathers an armful of splintered woods (earning more scratches on her arms) and proceeds outside, following Jigano to the salvage pile and dumping her load atop. Then, if he will let her, she moves behind and to his side, wrapping her arms around him and taking a moment to prop her chin atop his shoulder and enjoy the weariness that comes from hard work. With a contented sigh she pulls away, inhaling deeply from the aromatic spring air, a warm smile on her sunlit face. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there