The day after the snow storm and the goblin attack, the caravan stays put to repair the wagons. Guess whose job that is? Amity can tell Katya is pretty focused on her work, but.... she gets bored. Most of the menagerie folk are somewhat subdued today, taking a quiet day to recover and double check their supplies and gear. Swindle and Variel are out hunting, and Max has doubled, no, tripled his guardian efforts after returning to find out the caravan was attacked while he was away. So Amity ambles over to where Katya is working, clears a bit of snow off a nearby downed tree, and plops down, watching.
"Hey, how's it all going?"
Katya, who at that moment was in the middle of hammering an axle into place with a heavy, leather-wrapped mallet, lets out a small sound of surprise as Amity speaks. The hammer comes down with a loud twack! to strike directly adjacent to her gloved hand and there's a moment where everything feels a bit chillier. She lowers her head, chin-to-chest, and there's a slight slump to her shoulders before she heaves a shrug and drops the mallet to the ground. She turns to face Amity, craning her neck to one side then the other with a small pop before leaning against the rim of the wagon.
"'es as good a time for a break as ever I guess." She looks down at Amity warily, sweat and grime leaving streaks across her face. "Et goes. First time to be put on the spot so I best earn my keep, eh?"
Amity winces when the hammer hits, but by the time Katya turns around she’s got a rueful expression on her face. She says, “Sorry. Um, need any help?”
Katya raises a questioning eyebrow. "Help?" It takes her a moment before she realizes Amity is talking about the wagons. She shakes her head firmly. "I thenk I can handle thes." She pauses for a moment. "Beesides, what would the others thenk if they though that I had asked you for help? I do have an eemage to uphold." She winces a bit. "Orh rhather, an eemage to build." A stretch, back arching, before settling back against the wood of the wagon. "Eet eesn't like you to offer to help." Sideeye. "You deedn't already lose your guard job, deed you?"
Amity holds her hand to her chest in mock offense, something she has apparently decided to borrow from Rhogkun. "Me? I've never lost any job, ever."
She smiles, settles back as well. "Max is working hard enough for both of us. So I'm on break too."
"And uh. I wanted to check on you. After the storm and the... the goblins yesterday. It was crazy. Are you doing okay?"
She grins, teeth shining under the layer of grime on her cheeks. "You are so full of sheet."
She cranes her neck a bit in order to see around the corner of the wagon. She spots Maxwell, currently plodding back and forth along the line of stationary wagons. He occasionally stops and stares out into the woods for a moment before turning and bellowing out "ALL CLEAR!" Those nearby grimace. Max gives them a thumbs-up before resuming his patrol.
"You know, eef there whas another carpeenter here who worked as hard as Max is, I would probably be teempted to slack off too." She turns back to Amity, still grinning. "No judgement here."
The grin falters a bit at the mention of the ambush. "I'm fien. Leeved in Reeverpuddle my whole life, so eet takes more than a few gobbos to scare me." She puffs her chest out a little, cap sliding backwards as she juts out her chin proudly. "Walloped one good, even."
Amity nods, "That's good. There was so many though... they must have been just... waiting for the storm to clear and some of us to leave, I guess. I'm glad nobody really got hurt."
Cautiously, she says, "ready for more uh, adventure if things get worse?"
She shrugs. "Eet's why I'm here, eesn't eet? Better than beeing back in Reeverpuddle, eenyway."
Another sideeye. "Why? Are you?"
Amity turns away to watch Max, stomping along his route. "Sure," she says, "This stuff's easy. Just never know though, what kinda things could happen. You didn't like it in Riverpuddle...? Lots of adventure there too, if you wanted."
At that, Katya's bluster subsides a bit before she laughs. "Yes, well, so much salt in the air is bad for the skeen, yes? Reeverpuddle ees beeg, but the world is beeger!"
There's a moment there, at the end, where Amity feels like maybe Katya wanted to say more.
"beeger ees harder to choke on."
A flicker of worry? Crosses Amity's face. But then it's gone. "Yeah that's probably true."
Katya presses on, reaching down to pick up the mallet. She cradles it in her hands, running a thumb over the abused but supple leather. "My da neever set foot outside the city gates, you know? Wanted to have more than that, I guess." A grin. "Beesides, eet's kind of nice being just another face in the caravan, eh?"
Amity heaves a big sigh, maybe letting go of some of the tension she's been carrying for the whole trip so far. "Yeah I know. It's good to just... go." She grins at Katya, "I mean you're not just another face, but yeah."
Katya is turned away from Amity, her hat pulled down low over her head. She notices Katya's eyes flit in Amity's direction from under the heavy brim of her hat and just as quickly dart away. Maybe the smallest hint of a smile? Then, gone.
"Eeh. I mean, beeing new is good. The only eemportant theeng is weether or not I can feex the wagons." She looks around quickly before pointing off to the south a bit, along the wagon line. Turning, Amity sees Eberk perched up on his wagon, apparently asleep. "I've been heere only a leetle while and I already know that he's an asshole. But that doesn't matter, beecause he does hees job and he does it well." She nods again. "I like that."
Amity laughs. "Yeah we have a few of those."
A grin. "Oh?" Barely contained mirth. "Are you also an asshole?" She leans forward, eyes glittering. "One who is also full of sheet?"
Amity sputters another laugh, "That's getting gross. But sometimes! And you know," she waves vaguely in the direction of the woods, "the tall fuzzy one."
Katya's gaze follows Amity's gesture reflexively before she breaks down cackling, her forearms wrapped around her stomach. A few tears furrow wet trails across her grime-covered cheeks. After a few sputtering and snorting moments, she reaches up and wipes her face with her sleeve, which actually just makes her look dirtier. "You can't call me gross and then actually tell me where you sheet. I can't top that."
“Wh-what??” Amity laughs, mostly because Katya is laughing. It takes her a moment to try and understand where she even came up with this interpretation. Finally she says, shaking her head,“No! No, Swindle is also an asshole. He -“ she laughs again, “nevermind.”
A few shuddering half-laughs pass through Katya for a moment as she fights a bout of the giggles. Eventually, she hefts her mallet again. "Fine fine, I get eet." She stands up, shaking herself a bit. "I should geet back to work beefore someone catching me slackeeng."
Amity looks around, then makes a half hearted shooing motion, “yeah, probably. Let me know if you need another distraction.” She stretches her arms out, sighs, and says, “I’m gonna go watch for goblins so nobody dies. Guess that’s important too.” And she stands up to go, giving Katya a wave / salute.