The dust that had landed full-on in his face, yes. But Themis refrains from mentioning, and only nods to Angeal. "I shall handle the rest here. Between the two of us it should not take too much time."

There was not a large amount of space, after all. Which is just as well. Great things tended to start small, after all.

Waving Angeal off to the storage area, Themis surveys exactly what else remains to be done. Humming a tune to himself - a simple, happy little thing - he gets to work. Nothing was particularly demanding, complex, or straining even with his diminished state. It's still an adjustment, to be made weaker in this way, but he handles it with grace. The efficiency he uses eats up the time in a very productive manner.

Eventually he runs out of obvious thing to do, and goes looking for Angeal in the storage area.

Not that it's particularly far.

"The front portion is completed. Do you need any help?"