[PQ] Whitebrim Waystation

Wiping a bit of sweat from her brow before it has a chance to cool and make her catch a chill, Cordelia turned back towards Deimos as he reemerged, "If the pelt is salvageable, I can help you break it down afterwards." The hunter offered, the unspoken willingness to help him get it out too if he needed it. With a nod in Deimos's direction, Cordelia quickly took stock of the building, noting the layers of grime and snow that caked everything. She grabbed a a broom from the back of the sled, beginning to clean the snow from inside first. Once the majority of it was swept out of the door, she turned her attention to the cobwebs, knocking each of them down one at a time, humming softly as she worked. Cordelia cleans and offers to help Deimos! Cordelia Limore 'Cause they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns They are the hunters, we are the foxes and we run