Herian glances between her apparent rescuer, and the door itself, assessing and listening and trying to ensure she doesn't make a mistake by misunderstanding. Carpentry had been a focus neither of her life before or after the Circle, and though she understood it was a skill... well. She didn't think a door would fight back quite so effectively.
"Align?" she attempts, though there's a note of uncertainty in it, because she really doesn't know, either. I'll help, said she. I'll help secure your home. A fine mess she'd made for herself, and her fingers would be bruised and purple, soon. Better to carry on, before they risked swelling beyond practicality for working.
No matter her ego, for now; she follows the instructions carefully, glancing to Fern to see if she has it right, before committing to another strike. "Be you greatly experienced in the trade, Miss?"
She's not sure whether it's more likely or unlikely, and there are times she has learned it is better to make few assumptions.
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well. She didn't think a door would fight back quite so effectively.
"Align?" she attempts, though there's a note of uncertainty in it, because she really doesn't know, either. I'll help, said she. I'll help secure your home. A fine mess she'd made for herself, and her fingers would be bruised and purple, soon. Better to carry on, before they risked swelling beyond practicality for working.
No matter her ego, for now; she follows the instructions carefully, glancing to Fern to see if she has it right, before committing to another strike. "Be you greatly experienced in the trade, Miss?"
She's not sure whether it's more likely or unlikely, and there are times she has learned it is better to make few assumptions.