Harvey
He's watched the hut-forming contraption at work many times, yet not once witnessed a device of similarly impressive nature employed before. All the more reason for him holding Father in high regard. Still, once he did tear his sight away from it, he pointed himself at the soon-to-be-gone sun, gesturing his hands towards it as he weaved together an invisible influence that'd attempt to catch the faint warmth of the rays, trying to bank a small charge for when Taenli'd finish chopping wood. Not like he had much else to do, between waiting on his bodyguard and letting the thingamabob do its work.

Once she was back, she soon enough seemed back to her energetic self, which puzzled him as he didn't previously realise she might have taken offence to something. Oh well, he thought, it doesn't matter now that she's fine.

As he laid out his writing kit inside the bunker, he just started getting an earful of her boasting, and sighed to himself. Still, strangely enough, he didn't immediately resort to archive-mode to distract him. Perhaps because she'd just interrupt him upon realising he wasn't listening, and threatening to start from the beginning? Either way, he took the time to force the prepared fire-pit into combusting, filling the place with light, warmth, and almost smoke.

So once she was done, he returned her a tired grumble and finally sat down to write. The quill scratched upon paper rather quickly, as usual, once he was in the flow, his mind photographing what he was writing with each page done; recording knowledge both in paper form and whatever matrix for a mind the golem had.

Finishing up, he looked to her, posted up as usual, and wondered how she doesn't get tired of it. He questioned if, as the first model, Father might have unknowingly made him similarly inquisitive to himself, removing such a trait from Taenli thanks to her purpose. He knew she didn't mind it, but he wondered if, in another life...

"It is done" He called out to let her know
Michael
She tilts her head back, and then turns herself 'round.

"I see naught upon the horizon." She chuffs, before heading down into the entrance. Not all the way in; just enough for the two to see each-other wholly from where each stands. Just the same as he seems to find oddity with her ability to stand watch; so doe she with his... Habit of getting lost in his writing. She sets her shield down, and then removes her helmet; before setting the lance to the side, just the same.

"I would suppose it would be time to seal the entrance until you are ready to move once more. Have you still plenty stores of ink?" She asks. She seemed to hate his need for it; and yet, every chance she could get to go fetch it for him, she would. It made him move to cities faster, after all; more room to boast of her own achievements to random passersby. Or, in the absence of achievements... Simply to be obnoxious about her purpose. Besides; it usually gave her something to do in order to procure said ink from someone. Either she was going to get to do something new, or would be able to expand on her ability to do something she were already familiar with. Hauling things were usually the biggest source of barter-ability, and she'd the strength to do so in genuine spades.

"Why do we not travel in the night, anyhow? Is it fault of your coil?"
Harvey
Sometimes, he felt the mood to answer her observations of the outside before retreating for the night in some smartass, humorous way. A common one was "Yes, the absence of the sun is what causes night time", because even Taenli connected the dots on this phenomena long before they even started their journey together. It was his way of repaying her moments of smarm for belittling his observations. Well, he had other ways, too.

When she inquired about his ink, a rare example of her vigilance regarding his side of the work for which Marlo was appreciative, he replied "Yes, plen- hmm, well, suppose not. I'll just have to cut down on the writing until we're sure we can restock in the near future" After taking a look down his inkwell. Sub-50% was enough cause for him to start being economic, seeing as he hadn't a solid clue on when they'd manage to encounter a giant's city. Their size should have made them obvious, yes, but also likely scarcer... And the occasional blizzard or fog didn't help either in these lands.

As she poses him with the last question, he feels as if he'd been struck by an arrow merely by adding the questioning of his coil's abilities at the end. He takes a silent moment to compose his next set of words, "Bake it before you say it" As Father once told him, before retorting "Because, *Taenli*, my charge is drained faster than it is replenished in these cold lands, so pit-stops become necessary. Choosing to travel in daylight means I can at least mitigate the drain somewhat by absorbing the sun's heat, however little reaches us. Not to mention, night-time would drain me even faster as it's even *Colder*. And I'm not keen on letting the charge run near-empty before we set camp, in case of *Emergencies*. Understood?" He finishes, managing to show at least some of his miff-ness by the end of the lecture.

"Now get in here already. If we had it your way and camped later, you'd be spending even longer time in here just for me to recharge"
Michael
And thus she marches down, slamming her fist against the bottom of the lid. It wrenches down, capping itself shut, the only indication of the burrow that housed the two now. She sits herself under the lid, leaning forwards, bracing her elbows on her knees. She squints; and then offers a shallow sigh. 

"Then we should delay the note-taking for night-time *Exclusively*, if you are so chained to the sun." She complains.

The lights upon her horns pulse a few times, as she prepares to lower her mana usage to a more reasonable level for 'not doing anything'. She rests her chin in her palms, simply watching him from her spot, as her consciousness fades further and further from the present. Functionally; this is the equivalent to sleeping. So much for keeping watch.

Ah, well. The lid shall do it's work to keep the two of them from harm; and anything sufficiently strong enough to start denting the thing would assuredly wake the golem back up. 

There's no snoring, and very little noise; she just looks like she's deep in thought, truth be told.