(Askthefwrp)

The
cosmic princess shook her head in reassurance; she can understand the
repairer’s response for why he refused her kind offer. “But you did not
offend me at all, dear sir. I can see that this is your responsibility.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have to interfere your work even if I am eager to
help you.”

The Repairman nodded, happy that she understood.

“Yeah…thanks for offering though.”

After finally patching the Wall up, he looked up at the spires on Rosalina’s ship.

“…I gotta say,” he remarked, “you and your Lumas are quite the skilled craftspeople!”

His wandering eyes fell back to the boards he just put up, and he couldn’t help comparing that to the ship. Yeah, the planks would fade to blend in soon enough, but still…

“…you really are,” he said, still in awe, but quieter.