She nods.  "Much like the Spires, though made by man."

"Anything more you want to know?"

"I don't believe anything comes to mind, though in truth I'd like to make discussions like this a regular occurrence.

"Well.  I suppose, is there anything you know of that I ought to watch out for?"

"I'd be delighted to."

"I've mentioned van Lauren being known for forbiddings before, right? And I don't think places of importance take kindly to being abandoned, there might be presences there. Unfortunately, I can't offer more detailed advice without knowing the details, besides 'watch out for anything that is out of place'."

"Out of place like paintings knocked askew, or out of place like a chamberpot centerpiece on the dining room table?"

"Either could be a sign of something wrong, or might not be. That's the problem with it. Wouldn't put a chamberpot past being some sort of Thirza's joke, that was preserved for some reason."

"So, there's nothing solid.  Alright.  I'll make do.  At least I have a sense for what I'm doing."

"If you ever need help, you can ask me or maybe others in the village. People who live here usually have at least some knowledge of things that happen around here."

"I'm sure.  You've lived with the place all these years."

"...It has been a pleasure, Rector Timothy; I must, however, meet Denzil at the bridge, so I should take my leave."

"Of course, of course. Good luck to you, Ophelia."

"And may fate be with you, as well."

She departs.  She does not need to hurry.

She arrives at the bridge before the appointed time. 

She'll take another look at it, in the daylight.

It's not in terrible condition, but also not at its best. Parts of it are covered in debris and soil, some of it probably from recent storm, some was likely there for the whole seven years. Here and there stones are missing. It doesn't look like its likely to collapse, but it certainly must be navigated with care.

Well.  Never was there a better time to try picking up the Sigil of Stone than when a stone bridge needs fixing.  ...She barely even noticed navigating this, but it does look like someone less deft and quick than her would have just a bit of trouble with it.  (And that simply will not do.)

She knows the core of it, the boulder, its impact rings.  She's seen its Archon fight, up close and personal.  She's seen Earthshakers do ritual workings.

Hopefully that will allow her to improvise something from the standard forms for this purpose.

...Perhaps Influential Domain...?

...No.  No, it would be wonderful if she could accomplish that, but - Cairn was not the sort to gently mold and shape.  Cairn chose the path of overwhelming power.

So how does overwhelming power solve a broken bridge?

...When Denzil arrives, he finds Ophelia scribbling away with a stylus, and occasionally consulting diagrams of abstruse sigils (- and some in what's probably legible Engineer -) etched in the dirt with a stick.

Denzil approaches the bridge without a word, but far from silent. He rolls a cart, and carries on himself a wide variety of instruments. He looks at Ophelia scribbling with interest mixed with wariness.

"Trying to figure if I can bodge anything together for the stones that need replacing."

Denzil nods, and proceeds towards the birdge itself.

"I'm almost wondering, given the tools I have access to, and the way this Sigil works - whether it would be better to just - magic up a new bridge out of stone, instead of trying to repair the one that already exists.  ...If I can even work the thing; I don't have much in common with Cairn.  Intense obduracy, I suppose, because even with the forty-foot tall man of stone himself bearing down on My City I wheeled out the siege weapons to try and kill him before I could be forced into fucking over an entire province - but he rather dispreferred civilization, while my whole duty has ever been upholding it."

He sets the cart at the foot of the bridge, and doesn't volunteer any opinion.

"I suppose you wouldn't really have anything that you'd know would be useful to add, huh."

"...I should at least see if I can even aspect it, first...

"...I really should have looked into what was actually happening with the underlying stone, too, especially after all the complaints; moving is rather different from making, and I know there's sigils that do both...

"...Mayhap I should test this from down on the beach, instead.  Could do with a path that isn't so treacherous to climb, at least, and if this works at all I should probably be able to make that happen."

"Don't ruin the bridge" mumbles Denzil.

"I intend to do my utmost to prevent that from being a possible outcome of any experiments I might do.  ...You hardly need me around, anyway; I can tell you're the sort that would never willingly do subpar work, and I paid up-front.  I'll leave you to it, shall I?"

He nods, already examining the bridge, and preparing to clear it up.