and I've only got my brittle bones to break the fall
Watching Wessex carry a support beam all by herself is a thing and a half all on its own. It is impressive, that's the least that can be said about it, and Aamu lets out a low whistle from where he's standing close to Mabel. "Damn, she's strong," he says in hushes tones. He's not surprised. Built like a fighter and favored by their God—what else could she be but in a league of her own?Aamu shakes his head to himself and picks up the hammer and nails, wandering over to where Wessex is placing the first beam. "Show-off," he tells her with an approving smirk, taking the opportunity while her hands are full. It's not condescension: closest words for it would be statement or maybe even praise. Carefully Aamu begins to make sure the support beams are properly secured, following Wessex from corner to corner.
Aamu nails the support beams!
Aamu
