"It's chilly, aye." Vega said, thumping her hands together and grinning at the man she was patrolling with. They were due to be making their way back, the small group of them - five in total -and she was pleased that they had managed to do quite a bit. However, as they'd patrolled around the walls, they'd found this one had holes in it. Vega cursed, quietly, in Rakahi. It was cold and they were hungry - they all wanted to get back to Storm's Edge. Of these things, there was no doubt. However, she looked at Eric and she shook her head. "If somethin' came through that, or the walls were breached there, because of us, I'd never sleep again." He nodded his head slightly and then gave her a gentle shove with his elbow. "Rumour has it you don't sleep now Vega." The redhead grinned. "Shush, you, I sleep when I need to." It was true, she really was barely sleeping at all, but Vega had the endurance to do that, and not to worry about it.
"We need to get this filled in. There were a whole bunch of rocks a bit back. Grab me yer pickaxe, an' I'll get breakin' them," she said and Eric looked at her like her head had dropped off. "You're going to go breaking rocks now?" Vega nodded. "I am. I'll be right back, in the meantime, get me the other stuff that's needed. I dunno what it is, I'm not a builder, I'm just the hard labour, so someone else can work that out, a'right?" Eric handed her the pickaxe and Vega gave him a grin. "No point lollygaggin' about, is there?" She was more than happy to go. And indeed, she broke rocks with the pickaxe until such time as she had enough of the rocks broken to appropriate sizes, so she scooped them into the Domain bag and carried them back. Wiping her forehead as she did, Eric looked at her and frowned, but Vega shook her head. "Cursed by Faldrun. I'm always bleddy boilin' up, so I am. He can jog on." Eric raised an eyebrow - it was well-known that Vega was blessed by more than one or two Immortals, she'd made no bones about it - but he looked surprised at her being cursed.
"What did you do?" Eric asked and Vega beamed.
"Punched him, right in the gob." Eric's eyes near fell out of his sockets but Vega just motioned to the wall. "Stop gassin', yer like an old woman, I swear. Come on. Lets get this sorted." Vega helped as they filled in the walls and she listened carefully, watching how it was done, how they used the straw to pad it out and so on. They worked and, as they did, Vega taught them all a song from her people, the biqaj. It was a raucous tune which had them laughing and working together - of course, her mortalborn abilities and her Daia mark helped there. But, it must be said, by the time they got back, they were tired, cold, and sore.
There was a fire burning, and Vega and the others from her group made their way into the room where there was warmth. There, she saw Mathias and she gave him a grin, "Heya, how're you doin', you a'right?" Glancing around, she frowned slightly. "You know, this is a good idea this. " She looked at him and her frown deepened, thinking about it. "You know, when we're on the ship, we can't have fires, so we have hotstones. Stones keep heat, so we put them in the fire, an' we use them to heat places.... we could do that, couldn't we? Here, I mean?" Vega looked at him and gave a grin. "Whatcha think? I don't know science or anythin' but I know that we did that. Have you got any ideas there? We could warm up loads of rooms, jus' from the forge alone."
She looked at him, to see what he thought.