Part of her feels awkward, terrible, like she's not doing her part in this, but she's not sure what her part is. It's hard to get back into the step of things. So she does what she does--did best. Babble. The skill is coming into better use now.

"We don't have anyone else on our level. I think maybe not on the level below us either. I just liked the idea of being alone. I would have preferred a cave but it turns out they don't have such things to live in here. No sopor. I might try to get some from that...whatever it is in the middle of town. I was told it can give you things. Who knows. Sopor and a coon would be nice...If we stay. I guess we could try to go out on the skyway when you're more healed."

It's a relief when she can close the door to her hiveblock behind them. It's bare, with only the vaguest signs there might be someone who lived there. A blanket left curled on the floor where she had sat once. A piece of fruit on the table. On one wall, there's pictures, drawn with pieces of burnt wood, painted in with a suspiciously familiar green.

"Pile is in the respiteblock..."