Over the next four days, Kane and I cleared the cottage out. The pile of wood in the clearing kept growing until it resembled a miniature mountain. Finally, the broken ceiling was emptied away and we could stare at the semi-spacious interior of the cottage.
Standing in front of the ramshackle building, I frowned.
"Do you know how to build a roof, by any chance?" I asked Ishmael tentatively. It was Ishmael's day to be in control of their body. I'd noticed while traveling that they swapped control every other day.
Ishmael seemed to have gotten over whatever was bothering him in the forest in the almost two months we'd since we left it, which made me happy. It hurt me that I'd hurt him, though I still didn't know exactly how I'd done that.
