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Yeah, I'm good. You'd think after the first couple, your muscles would get used to it. With a weary chuckle, Ashlyn crouched in front of the remaining bags. After her morning spent at the workshop with Abel applying the appropriate flood protection, her muscles were as vocal as a screaming child. They'd had enough, but three bags remained, so she had to persevere. Promising herself a long, hot bath as compensation for her efforts, Ashlyn wrapped her arms around another bag and stood.

When the final bag was in place, both Ashlyn and Kass fell back into the vacant chairs, their arms hanging limp at their sides.

"I don't know what I need more. A coffee or a nap," Kass groaned.

I could go for both, Ashlyn answered, her eyes wandering around the room, inspecting their work. The windows were coated with thick crosses, the door barred by sandbags, and the kitchen was stocked with water, should things endure longer than expected.

The wind outside howled against the glass and oiled hinges,