Why it's good to have a human keeping an eye on the place is beyond her, but aside from a sideways glance, she keeps the question to herself.
She comes very slowly, still unsteady -- though she seems a little stronger than before, only wobbling dangerously twice before recovering herself. She seems determined to carry herself, that knot forming again between her brows as she focuses on one bare foot in front of the other.
Her clothing seems to dry quickly, for although it was dripping, by the time that they reach the bones of the house, it's completely dry.
Reaching out for one of the studs that comprise the bared walls, fingers resting on the wood, she takes all of it in, tilting her head to catch the sunlight slanting inward from the unfinished roof.
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She comes very slowly, still unsteady -- though she seems a little stronger than before, only wobbling dangerously twice before recovering herself. She seems determined to carry herself, that knot forming again between her brows as she focuses on one bare foot in front of the other.
Her clothing seems to dry quickly, for although it was dripping, by the time that they reach the bones of the house, it's completely dry.
Reaching out for one of the studs that comprise the bared walls, fingers resting on the wood, she takes all of it in, tilting her head to catch the sunlight slanting inward from the unfinished roof.
"This . . . isn't made by Gems."