Two weeks.
Fourteen days of rising before dawn, working until my muscles screamed, collapsing into bed too exhausted to dream. Repeat.
The farm had never been more productive. Fields that would have taken Elliot's family weeks to prepare were done in days. Fences repaired. Equipment maintained. Every task I could find, I completed with mechanical efficiency.
Superior Endurance meant I could work longer than anyone else. Material Efficiency and Structural Reinforcement from Sienna's construction background—skills I'd copied long ago—made the work almost effortless.
And that was the point. Keep moving. Keep busy. Don't think.
"Rey," Evelyn had said three days ago, finding me in the barn at midnight organizing tools that didn't need organizing. "You need to rest."
I'd shown her the inventory I'd compiled. "Look at how much more efficient this system is. Elliot can find things twice as fast now."
