Who: Helena and Cross
When: late afternoon
Where: the lean-tos to start
What: working, and then bathing
Rating: NSFW (sexual content)
The cool, cloudy day was perfect for working on the lean-tos. Cross, who was filthy from his stint at gravedigging and then helping to fill the grave back in, had scraped off just enough of the dirt that had coated his arms and hands so that he wouldn't get it on everything he touched. He was only going to do more work that would get him sweaty and dirty, so he didn't see the need to clean up yet. That could come later, once he'd raised blisters on his hands and worked his muscles to quivering exhaustion. He couldn't have articulated why, but it felt important to be too tired to think by the end of the day.
Cross was working on a wall for one side of their lean-to, using some of the thin branches he'd brought back the previous day. To start with, he planned to tie them together at the top and bottom with some of the tough cord the blind kid, Ryan, had been braiding together in between his pottery attempts. Once he had a rough semblance of a wall, he would figure out how to weatherproof it a bit; climber resin would most likely be the best option. Even mud would probably serve, he thought. He worked fast, ignoring everything around him as he knotted cord expertly. Some of the branches were too short, some too tall, but nonetheless he thought they would serve their purpose.
Helena had flitted around the camp, trying to stay out of Cross's way since his face had clearly said he didn't want to put up with any fussing or pleasantries that day, as well as attempting to be useful. A couple of the other guys who were working on lean-tos had noted Cross's method for building the walls and were busy at it. He'd mentioned the idea of filling the chinks in the wall with a paste of some kind and Helena had disappeared with one of Ryan's largest clay bowls. She'd scavenged some of the clay-like mud and mixed it with a bit of water to soften it and added some dried straw and sand. The finished product wasn't exactly like the stuff the ancient Egyptians had made bricks out of but she thought it might do well enough. Once it dried (
if it dried) they could treat both sides with climber resin. Returning to the build site, she set the heavy bowl down out of the way and armed some sweat off of her brow. "It looks good," she told him, a little breathless.
( Without Saying A Word )