Beam kept his head down as he made his way to Nila's house. Just before it came into view, he quickly cleaned his leg of blood. There wasn't much of it, given the scab that was covering the wound, but there was enough to make him look like he was in a bad way. With that gone, he supposed he could at least feign some degree of health.
With his sled outside of her house, Beam knocked on her door.
He turned his back to walk a few steps away after knocking, but before he could make it back to his cart, the door had already opened and he heard a surprised shout from behind him. "My! Beam? What are you doing on your feet so early?"
Beam turned to see Nila's mother, with her young son David clutching her leg and her daughter peering out from behind him.
"Ah, came to deliver the wood," Beam said awkwardly.
