[PQ] color of rust

I'm a lady, like whoa
I could bring you to your knees

Finally they succeed. As the golem is vanquished by the sun, Weaver lets the fire dire. Her magic is drained, and she finds herself simply tired. Still, she shakes her head at Loren, unwilling to take more of his healing magic. The bruises are gone, and she’d recover from the use of so much magic soon enough. Deimos tells them they can leave, but she just shakes her head at him as well. ”Jobs not done,” she says, matter of fact.

The hammer she’d flung into the corner was a lost cause, so she goes to grab a new one and some nails. Her attention finally on the job at hand, brought back from her grief by the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Weaver sets to work patching the holes. She’ll be here until the job is done, and hopefully they’d be a little more productive this time around.

weaver

get you kicked out the Garden of Eden