The mason and the hunter finished their task without many words to one another. Noah listened when the mason gave instruction and did obediently as he was told. The exhaustion he had not felt--had not realized--before starting this task was beginning to really set into his bones. It showed as he worked with a cold expression that strayed from his normal concentration face to one of strain. He was happy to help get this project done, but he would be even happier to make his way back to his house for some much-needed rest in a bed that fit both him and Delphine with ease and room to spare.
Finally, Noah thanked the mason for his work and shook the man's hand. He gruffed under his breath a sarcastic thank you for Noah's work. While he may normally have taken the response personally and berated himself inwardly for it, he did not have the mental energy to do so. Turning, he headed towards Morgan. She handed them slips of paper with names that Noah knew well. In fact, the paper she handed him had names that he had given her the day the attack happened. He frowned as he looked at it, but nodded to the Warden and set to work. He was not as meticulous as the Hailstorm, but he worked well.
