Lysithea & Cyril C / houses.fedatamine.com

Cyril, Lysithea enter the scene

Hmm, this one oughta do.

Uh, what are you doing, Cyril?

I'm picking out logs to carry back and chop into firewood.

You can't expect to carry all these by yourself. Let me help.

Nah, I got it. I don't want ya getting hurt. Logs are heavy sometimes.

I'm well aware. You should accept the help being offered. I'm older and wiser—I know best.

Um, Lysithea, ya seem a bit shaky. You OK?

Yep, totally fine. I'm just kinda losing my grip on this log. Agh!

Well, that wasn't much help, as it turned out. I didn't realize they'd be that heavy.

Couldn't even walk in a straight line...

I told ya, logs are heavy sometimes. It's hard work if you're not used to it.

I feel foolish.

Well, if you've learned your lesson, I'm gonna go carry the other logs.

Hang on—shouldn't you rest for a bit?

Wood still needs chopping. I got a buncha other stuff needs doing before sundown too.

In that case, let me help you carry the chopped wood!

You know how rough firewood is? You'll get splinters if ya carry it with your soft hands.

You can't be serious!

You're just not cut out for this kinda work. Look at your hands, they're like a princess's.

No point in you learning to chop wood, is there? You don't need to know how to do that stuff.

You and me live in different worlds. There's no point lowering yourself down into mine.

Our worlds aren't so different. We're together right now, aren't we?

Sure, we live in the same places now, but that's not gonna last forever.

Don't see how it could, unless I actually turned into your little brother or something.