Lysithea & Cyril C / houses.fedatamine.com

Cyril, Lysithea enter the scene

Cyril

Hmm, this one oughta do.

Lysithea

Uh, what are you doing, Cyril?

Cyril

I'm picking out logs to carry back and chop into firewood.

Lysithea

You can't expect to carry all these by yourself. Let me help.

Cyril

Nah, I got it. I don't want ya getting hurt. Logs are heavy sometimes.

Lysithea

I'm well aware. You should accept the help being offered. I'm older and wiser—I know best.

Cyril

Um, Lysithea, ya seem a bit shaky. You OK?

Lysithea

Yep, totally fine. I'm just kinda losing my grip on this log. Agh!

Lysithea

Well, that wasn't much help, as it turned out. I didn't realize they'd be that heavy.

Lysithea

Couldn't even walk in a straight line...

Cyril

I told ya, logs are heavy sometimes. It's hard work if you're not used to it.

Lysithea

I feel foolish.

Cyril

Well, if you've learned your lesson, I'm gonna go carry the other logs.

Lysithea

Hang on—shouldn't you rest for a bit?

Cyril

Wood still needs chopping. I got a buncha other stuff needs doing before sundown too.

Lysithea

In that case, let me help you carry the chopped wood!

Cyril

You know how rough firewood is? You'll get splinters if ya carry it with your soft hands.

Lysithea

You can't be serious!

Cyril

You're just not cut out for this kinda work. Look at your hands, they're like a princess's.

Cyril

No point in you learning to chop wood, is there? You don't need to know how to do that stuff.

Cyril

You and me live in different worlds. There's no point lowering yourself down into mine.

Lysithea

Our worlds aren't so different. We're together right now, aren't we?

Cyril

Sure, we live in the same places now, but that's not gonna last forever.

Cyril

Don't see how it could, unless I actually turned into your little brother or something.