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[amicustenebris]

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[sensitiveapple]

[ She gathers the tarp and folds it neatly, putting it under her bed. She's sitting on the bed when he comes in. ]

Do you need any further help? Or should I leave you to work and fix us a spot of food?

[amicustenebris]

Food would probably help, actually. It will be finished when you are.

[sensitiveapple]

[ She nods, and leaves him alone to work, to go make them some more tea, and some food. She needs some as well.

The lothcat is curious about him and jumps up on the bed, laying in the rainbow prism filtering through the bedroom window. He cocks his head to the side, watching. ]

[amicustenebris]

[ Gold takes note of the creature and where he settles, mainly to be certain he doesn't misdirect his magic. His hands move, slow and steady, and rather than weave cloth it is as though with his fingers, he is drawing on the air.

The ceiling doesn't repair so much as it rewinds; Gold doesn't know magic to mend, but he can transform. In this case, it's a bit of a cheat, isn't it? He is transforming a broken roof into one that is not broken, using his memory of the architecture in the other room to direct him. ]