“Where is that guy when you need him…” she muttered, following that minor complaint up with several ‘ow’s as she walked.
She looked like a mess; face and hands decorated with several cuts, scrapes, bruises and a few emergency bandages here and there. Her clothes were covered in dust and some wear and tear around her knees. She probably should have patched herself up first, but instead she was urgently looking for ‘McGrumpyface’ again.
At this point the townspeople weren’t even surprised to see her in such a state; it had become a common thing to them. More than that it was surprising how fast she always was back on her feet again after incidents. So most of them simply answered with a ‘Sorry, haven’t seen a guy like that’ or ‘Yes I think he went that way,’ when she asked about Ren’s current location.
As quick as she still was on her feet, she was more than relieved when she finally found him a little up ahead. Enough to not even pay attention to whatever he was doing and contemplating whether it was a right time to interrupt his activity for this important thing of hers. (Knowing him, it would never be a good time anyway.)
“Hey! You’re never gonna believe what happened to me this morning! So I was sitting at my table just eating breakfast and suddenly I fell right through the floor! The floorboards apparently gave up on me and broke– and no I’m not going to ask you to repair them for me.” She figured she’d mention that before he’d roll his eyes and walk away again. After all she did have him move around furniture for her before.
“There’s something below my home which I’m pretty sure you’ll want to see. You should come with me and check for yourself.“