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[Zamora]

February 9^th, Early Morning

Even with her wound, Zamora had kept busy. Well, busy was... one way to put it. It was harmless, really. An impressive feat for just one lady, but harmless all the same. Every sunrise, a tent in camp disappeared, and every sunset, a decently-sized home of sorts had erected in its place. It seems she’d taken it almost personally that the Freedom Fighters lived in such a meager fashion, and was more than willing to bring her knowledge of homesteads to the table. A table which, at the moment, was being moved aside.

It seems Jasper’s tent was next on the roster, even if the leader was nowhere to be seen.

Zamora was a bit surprised to find his tent empty so early, but she wasn’t nervous about it. Like her, many of the others were prone to enjoy the embrace of nightfall. Nothing to disturb one’s thoughts that late. It was possible he was still out, even as the sun threatened to crest over the horizon.

Zamora dusts her hands off as she finishes setting Jasper’s things aside, a low rumble escaping her. She’d already kilned the tile, planked the wood... all she needed to do was put it all together.

[Nevada]

A long and tired yawn left Nevada as the lion shifter wandered around the camp. Despite having downed three cups of coffee so far he still felt as though he could climb back into his bed and sleep for another three hours, however, the sight of Zamora clearing out Jasper's tent had the lion shifter pausing in his wandering.

Nevada raised a brow slightly before he made his way over to the taller.

"Need a hand with something Carino?" He queried with a small smirk.

[Zamora]

The large creature halts what she’s doing when someone approaches. Admittedly, she’s been expecting someone to come and try and stop her (namely, Jasper), but not only is this a new person altogether, he’s come and offered help!

A broad hand presses against her chest, and she gives a short, reaffirming nod, “Ah, Zamora.” It seems she’s misunderstood what he’s saying, and believes Cariño may be his attempt at her name.

It’s here that Nevada gets subjected to something that’s been accepted as a harmless prank between younger peacekeepers and cadets. And it becomes readily apparent that there might be a bit of a culture gap. Broad hands carefully cup his face, feeling over his visage while she leans down to— ... yeah, she’s snuffling. This is... apparently how she’s greeting you. Blind eyes make it hard to see, so she’s doing the next best thing.

Apparently pleased with herself, Zamora stands upright again. There’s a hum here, one of contemplation. Right, he’s asked to help... A gentle noise escapes her, and she turns back to her things, picking up a shovel and heaving one of the larger supports onto her shoulder. She then glances back towards Nevada, offering the tool his way.

It seems she’d like him to help dig holes for the supports. With those in place, she could get to work on the rest of the house.

[Nevada]

Nevada paused as Zamora seemed to misunderstand 'Cariño' as his attempt at guessing her name before a small grin crossed his lips but he didn't explain the meaning of the word just yet; more-so he didn't get the chance to as Zamora gently cupped his face and leant down closer to him.

Nevada closed his eyes as Zamora's large hands passed over his face with a gentleness he hadn't felt since he last held Jasper within his arms, the simple action lulling the Shifter into a state of comfort and familiarity. Only the sound of Zamora snuffling at him pulled him back from memories of mostly peaceful nights enjoying the company of his mate beside him and Nevada jerked back a tad before he realised that the woman before him was blind and this was likely her way of getting to know him properly. Scent was often a relied upon sense once blind after all.
As Zamora moved away from him, Nevada couldn't help but take a moment to examine the work that she'd already done on Jasper's den and he had to say that considering her blindness, he was highly impressed by how far she'd gotten on her own.

The quiet hum drew his attention back to Zamora as she picked up a shovel and offered it towards him. A brow raised slightly before he shrugged off his leather overjacket and black dress shirt (leaving him in a thin tank top that was also black) before he accepted the tool and glanced around and picked a spot to get to work digging.