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The piles of wood to keep and discard were not much larger than the mess of wood left from the barn. Soon, by evening, they were sure to be done and the next day true rebuilding could be accomplished. Yet even with this end in sight Pripyat noted signs of tiring in his companion. Silently and without internal or external complaint, the boy continued his labor, strapping muscles well crafted by genetics and upbringing at work. When the words floated from the girl he merely grunted in reply and turned back to his work. The sun did not bother him, the stinging strike of its rays getting trapped underneath insolating fur. Surely it made the experience more unpleasant, but Pripyat focused on the task at hand, simply throwing himself into the work and found he did not mind the heat. So it was of no bother to him to ignore her and keep working then.
Yet Saxif seemed insistent on her discomfort and after working only moments more after the initial complaint another sprouted from her lips. The irony suddenly struck him, that in the morning he had been at his crankiest, unwilling to work with the woman who now herself was growing obstinate. Ocean eyes fell upon the lady, weary from the work and it was clear she refused to continue to wear out her already tired body. A warm, deep chuckle unexpectedly arose from within the body, rolling out and growing in strength. To anyone it would look as if he were laughing at his partner's unhappiness, but the grin that he wore was so good humored surely Saxif wouldn't take offense to his sudden good nature. And as he laugh his spirit grew higher, suddenly aware that he hadn’t laugh like this since before the snowstorm, and that he had laughed most like this when he was with his mother. It felt like stretching muscle cramped from disuse, it feel refreshing, it felt almost like a heavy weight was lifted from him.
"Alright, alright. I'll find you some water lass…" And he stopped himself, suddenly aware that the slip of the word "lass" reminded him of his father. Emotionally he was his mother's child, sensitive and kind but the stubborn genetics of Jefferson had worked upon him as well, and growing up alongside the gruff Patriarch had certainly shaped the boy as well. Pripyat could be thorny like his father, but like Jefferson his heart was in the right place, and looking at Saxif he suddenly though of Arye and couldn't stand the thought of her discomfort. Suddenly, water for Saxif seemed the most pressing task at hand. Thankfully Phoenix Valley had thought ahead and Pripyat easily located a bucket suitable for transporting water. With it in hand it was not long before he returned, the metal filled with cool fresh water, and he came and knelt beside her, holding up the bucket. "Here." And the stone grey boy smiled at the ivory lady, until he caught himself and wiped the good humor from his face if not from his heart.
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