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[ He had the spectacular luck of standing still for a moment in the doorway before being handed a paint bucket, which was promptly traded at once, for the equipment that needs carrying. Nina's voice has been drifting over all afternoon — that's not a factor, in why he's still here. It is, of course, that more hands are needed for the heavy lifting. It's steady work. The strain clears his mind, old wounds are caressed, for this is the feel of a village coming together, memories that once were dutifully buried long ago. ]

[ They don't have their five minutes off at the same time, but once they do, he makes a beeline for Nina, gesturing at her cheek. ]

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