He’d helped without being asked. Meadow was pleasantly surprised. That, and it seemed the boy was pretty bright too, figuring out just what they were going to do with the chunk of rawhide. She nodded enthusiastically as Vendrick puzzled out just what the purpose of their creation was. It was nice to have him weigh down the other side, and made cutting the large piece out much easier. Maybe having help was kinda nice sometimes. Maybe she could ask for help more often, if this was going to be how it went.
Meadow gestured to the boy, indicating that he do as she did. The pair worked together to roll up the piece of hide, stuffing it in the crack between the door and the ground. It would be enough to keep the draft out, at least for the rest of the season. Maybe there would be a more permanent way to handle it, come next winter. For now, it would certainly do. Sealing off one unused door wasn’t quite enough, though.
For the remainder of the afternoon, the pair worked together methodically. Vendrick was filled with questions, but he was learning to ask them as yes and no questions instead of anything else. Meadow could answer them to the best of her ability– a nod, a shake of her head, a shrug. They made several of the large doorstops to seal out the draft, and carefully protect the plants within. An imperfect solution, maybe, but one that would certainly hold until spring came.
