I know it's a lot to ask, to leave behind the world you know...

[scattered_rose]

It wasn't often one saw a Fraggle doing manual labor, not for hours on end anyway. Sure, one could argue this wasn't a natural Fraggle, and he wasn't; but the species still influences even on magical forms, yet here Daniel was, down in the construction tunnels of some outer reaches of what's been dubbed Fraggle Home. He'd been at it since dawn, and now the sun was on the downward sweep heading toward bed, and still he dug and scraped at the dirt, still he pushed carts of mud and rocks out, still he shored up the fledgling tunnels with beams. He worked with a Doozer-like determination, as if something was infecting him that was greater than the furry form he'd borrowed.

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[noimpulsecontrol]

Just two friends helping some other friends expand their home. It was fine. Everything was fine.

Okay, so Daniel moving away was anything but fine. But! What kind of friend - what kind of maternal figure - would she be if she couldn't be happy for him? This sure sounded like it would bring him closer to his Sentinel work, and that meant just about everything to Daniel! Sure, maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe Della didn't like the idea of this militant group having so much effect on Daniel. But she'd be damned if she was going to let him know that! He'd be happy with this, so she would be, too. She wasn't going to let her personal opinions get in the way of his future.

No, she was going to hammer in some floorboards, and not hit her thumb again this time-

"Ah, phooey!"

[scattered_rose]

He looked up at the oath (of sorts), and tipped his current shovelfull of dirt into a waiting cart nearby.

"You sure you don't want, like, armor gloves or anything?"

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della snorted dismissively. "Please, I've dealt with way worse damage, and sometimes that's also been self-imposed!" she pointed out with a laugh.

[scattered_rose]

"Your thumbnail going black and blue is going to be self-imposed too." Another load to go back up, then he'd come back and help Della with her task. And not just because she needed it.

[noimpulsecontrol]

"Come on, Daniel, I've got this," Della said, oblivious to his need for distraction. "Why don't you take a break or something?"

[scattered_rose]

"I'm fine, I just had a break." Three hours ago. "Here, budge up, lemme give you a hand with this. We'll get it done faster."

[noimpulsecontrol]

"When was this break?" Della blurted out, turning to stare at Daniel. "But okay- Okay, here, let's. Let's just work on this."

[scattered_rose]

Oops sorry can't answer your question, the 'permission' to help was given and that's what he's going to do. He knelt and started work, going at the task wholeheartedly and with intense focus, just like he had been the whole day.

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della was unusually quiet as she worked, too - but she lacked Daniel's focus. Her attention was more on Daniel, himself, watching him carefully. Trying to get a read on him.

"...Hey. Daniel."