Duty focuses first on lifting the beam from the helpful creature's head and secures it better than whoever put it up in the first place. It's as silent as any construction is, no noisier than before, not words said aloud. The beam still needs more work, but it's secure for the time being.

Back by the creature's side, Duty glances at the sleeping man. Qrow has been here far longer than Duty. If he's right, from the beginning, from the dream itself. Odd to go so long without meeting one's omen. Not happenstance, certainly.

Why have you not met? Duty asks silently, voice as deep as the one he speaks with. Conversations with omens comes naturally by this point. Some of this best friends are omens.