sixthiterationlogs | Help An Injured Architect?

WHO: Reeve Tuesti
WHERE: South Village Inn, House 37, South Village Forge
WHEN: Mid to late March
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: None

Get the Man a Seat | South Village Inn | OTA

The first rule of wound care is not to overstrain the injured area. Which, of course, Reeve clearly isn’t very good at obeying. The claws of the Wendigo had cut his leg up badly, and while it was healing, getting around wasn’t easy. Of course Steph had been so wonderful as to help him find a crutch to serve, ~~and he may have talked her into helping him move some furniture to make his path through the house easier~~, but she hadn’t meant for him to go so far. And the Inn was a bit of a distance from home. Worse, it wasn’t always easily set up for navigating around things when you needed a bit of a crutch to help you. Which meant Reeve stood in the doorway, considering his path carefully, not even sure if dipping into his navy blue power was going to help him pick his way through to an empty seat by the fire.

“Excuse me,” he asks of the nearest person, “would you perhaps assist me with getting through by pushing some of these chairs in?”

Special Order | Southern Forge | OTA”

The problem with being immobile for a time was that even Reeve wasn’t capable of working twenty-four seven. And his hands, they needed to be busy without wearing down all of his pencils to nubs. His brain was too used to being active, and so he had to have something. And all he could come up with was this.

Of course, who was he supposed to talk to about small, custom jobs?

Going Stir-Crazy | House 37 | OTA

There was a lot, no doubt, that Reeve could be doing now that he had the weather on his side. Talking to Alistair about trees that would best serve for building the barn. Finalizing site locations. Continuing to measure the river to have all the data he and Leonardo would need to handle building a bridge. Instead Reeve was still recovering, still healing. And the furthest he can go is sit on the porch, because he’s done so much wandering around that he shouldn’t lately that his leg didn’t really want to move. Including moving back into the house. Which meant sitting on the porch with the supplies he’d gotten from the storehouse.

Sure, he’d promised to ask Steph for help with that, but Reeve wasn’t used to not being able to do on his own. Which meant he was pushing his body beyond what he was supposed to be doing. So he was going to have to wait for a while before he could get himself and his food supplies for the week into the house, failing someone coming by to help.

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Kalen had taken to staying at the Inn between the breakfast and lunch meals. It was warmer to stay inside and easier to do that than try to hike to house #59 in between. Usually, he will sit by the fire and Reeve happened to catch him while he was on his way to do just that.

Raising an eyebrow, Kalen said nothing but walked away. He proceeded to push various chairs out of the way, even dislodging someone so he could push their chair in. There was a clear path to the hearth now and Kalen returned to Reeve.

"I think you're meant to recover at home."

Well there you go. Reeve smiles thankfully at Kalen as the man moves, and when the path is made he moves to the fire. Of course the comment earns a chuckle from himself. Yes, he understands entirely. But he isn't really caring much about the intelligence of staying home.

"I'm getting bored," he explains to the other man as he settles in one of the comfortable chairs. "I don't get visited often."

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