[ At her approach, Dokja looks up from where he'd been readjusting the spare blanket he'd found and smoothly meets her smile with one of his own. She seems better now, the panic from earlier quelled in the time it took to retrieve the chair he'd asked for, and something about his smile becomes knowing before he turns his gaze downward at her question.
Yeah, so. What Dokja had wanted was a bit along the lines of a rod to hang across the top of the doorway so that he could drape a blanket over it, but what he has in his hands is a hammer and some nails.
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Yeah, so. What Dokja had wanted was a bit along the lines of a rod to hang across the top of the doorway so that he could drape a blanket over it, but what he has in his hands is a hammer and some nails.
... It'll at least get the job done? ]
This should do it, don't you think so?