Fridheil pulls their gloves back on as they step out of the back of the inn. Thankfully the innkeeper had been nice enough to offer them a free room as the repairs of their house take place. As they open the fence to their backyard the magus was struck with a sense of comfort. The inn was six steps away from their house, but that magical feeling of returning home still fills their chest.
Guntram comes trotting in behind them, already back in their dog form. Floppy ears mimic an all too familiar movement as the pair cross through the garden. The plants were struggling to survive after all the smoke that had filled the backyard, and the sky. Fridheil frowns at them. No matter how much they changed their soil their leaves were still steadily dying. Then again, the people who inhaled the smoke were barely faring better.
"Good morning Fridheil!" They wave back to the people working on their roof. Even after the horrible incident with Melchior they were able to fall into a routine. In the morning they took care of their plants and helped when they could with the construction. At noon they move down the road to the makeshift hospital and used the rest of their mana trying to fix the neighbors who haven't recovered yet from that night's smoke.