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One girl was rushing to help the others. "Change of plans," she barked. "We're building a dam. The water's rising too quickly."
(Zoop!) When he arrived at the front, Victor was there, calling out orders at the volunteers who were helping him force up flat pieces of wood...
She frowned but nodded, going back about her work.
She pulled away, looking up at him for a moment. “Okay. Come back as soon as you can.”
She frowned, standing up and coming over to hug him. "Be safe, okay?"
She frowned, looking up at him. "Maybe... maybe I'll stay today," she allowed. "But I'll go with you tomorrow. In the meantime, I can get...
She hesitated, sitting on the edge of the bed. "But... I want to help."
She looked up urgently. "What? No."
She nodded and opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a coughing fit again, covering her mouth with her elbow.
They settled into their small space in the attic and Dahlia smoothed the sheets over the bed. "When do we go?"
(Zoop?)
He would hear her shuffling around, gathering up sheets and things before breaking out into a coughing fit. The fever had mostly left, although...
She looked sad, looking around. “It’s necessary, I guess,” she said quietly.
"They need volunteers?" she said worriedly, sitting up. "What... can I volunteer? That's dangerous, isn't it? I can help."
She sat up suddenly, her brow furrowing. "Evacuate? Why? The water?"
She woke sleepily, looking up at him blearily. "Hmm... Cy?"
Victor nodded and headed out.
Victor laughed lowly. "Alright. Meet down by the river bank whenever you're ready to be put to work. I'll see you soon."
Victor sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yes, well... perhaps we should wake her? We could use everyone that we can get."
"You don't have to," Victor replied smoothly. "We just... we need volunteers." He paused, noticing a sleeping Dahlia on the bed. "Is she alright?"
