06:42 PM

Standing near the boiling water with a few other hares, Jarril looks down at the wood that has been placed in there, speaking softly.  "Now, give them a few more minutes and they should be flexible enough to mould into a bow shape but ya have ta work fast in getting them into the basic shape when ya take them out."  The major now standing on both legs now, the bandage that was once wrapped around is gone as he uses a metal prong like device and pulls out the first of the sticks, placing it down beside him.  "Careful it's hot."  Seeing the hare nods his head he gets out another for another hare.  Some hares are sitting down around the place cutting into the wood as various stages of different size bows are being made.

It is not surprising that one will find Harper amongst the the assisting hares. His head is bent studiously to his work of cutting the wood the appropriate lengths. As is his usual lately, he has withdrawn from the quiet murmur of conversation amongst the others, his mind somewhere else.

Jarril hands the prong to another of the elder officer hares and nods his head.  "Keep an eye on them while I go and check on the others."  Brushing his apron, the hare moves around the room slowly, nodding his head or giving an occasional advice.  Eventually he looks down at Harper and coughs.

The cough coughs a ripple of movement in the buck's ears. He doesn't immediately look up, using the excuse of wood-cutting to take his time. When he's finished the cut and can no longer delay, he looks up. His lower lip is planted firmly between his teeth and he worries at it; nervous habit. He nods. "... Yessir?"

Harper room-pages, "I'm assuming that they haven't told other people about their relationship, by the by. *nod*".

Jarril doesn't answer right away.  "I see you have that all well and taken care of."  Looking at what Harper is cutting.  "You're being quiet lately, something on ya mind?"

The question is met with a flicker of frustration and his ears dip as he glances around at the other nearby hares. Given their closeness, he merely shakes his head. "No, sir. Nothing on my mind. Just... concentrating on my work, you know."

Jarril nods.  "I see."  He backs away and frowns away from where Harper is and speaks.  "Bring what ya have done ta the weapon store room."  He makes his way over to where it is and slips inside, padding over to where a box is and sits down on it.

Harper's shoulders slump with relief as soon as Jarril moves away. At the orders, he gathers the wood he's worked on so far and jumps up, falling into line with the other hares as they head for the store room. As they file in, they form a loose circle around the Major, waiting for further orders.

Jarril looks about and nods.  "Right, that's all ya have ta do t'day.  Placed the finished stuff into their places and ya can go off for ya break."  Looking about as he paused he carries on.  "If anyone thinks they need more practise with making shafts then take one or two unfinished shafts with ya and ya can call it ya evening work for t'night."  Giving a final nod.  "Dismissed."

And they begin to depart! Harper, at the back of the group, is one of the very last to deposit the wood he's worked on. He does, indeed, keep a couple of unfinished shafts to work on later. Jarril is given only the briefest of glances as he steps up beside the Major, depositing the rest of the wood where it belongs.

Jarril waits until he's sure that everyone has left and speaks.  "You're annoyed with me, aren't you?"  The major not looking directly at Harper.  "So how much do ya know?"

Harper blinks, his face screwing up briefly with confusion. He was in the process of turning to leave, but he turns back. "... Annoyed? No, si-" Erf. He bites back the 'sir' and repeats himself. "No." He tugs absently at a drooping ear, his eyes flickering down to Jarril's knee without his really intending it.

Jarril humms slightly to himself as he shakes his head.  "Well, I apologise if I did something I shouldn't have at any rate."

Harper frowns slightly, taking an aimless step back toward the door. He doesn't look like he's in any hurry, though. "... Did he do it? Did he really?" What 'he' and what 'it' is are not specified; apparently it's something Jarril should be able to figure out.

Jarril gives a sigh.  "Oh, so you know..."  He picks up one of the shafts and looks at it for a moment in thought as he speaks.  "Look, it was I that went and tried ta cause trouble, I wasn't good enough ta follow through with my words.  But there isn't any damage done, I've been given a clean bill of health, wot."  He paused and frowned.  "But with this lock down I don't know yet if I can run..."  He hardly ushers those last few words out but they come out as a mumble.  Coughing he straightens up again.  "I hope this isn't going ta affect ya last exam?"