[ Eleven smiles, almost bashful. She's used to people being impressed, but Fell's enthusiasm is quite something else. Moving her hand, she slowly moves the wood to where he needs it, careful not to be too hasty. She's very used to throwing heavy things, but this requires a little more finesse. When she wood is set down, shelooks up at Aziraphale with a smile and shining eyes, and blood under her nose. ]
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