The Sentinels bread and fishes and a jug of red wine

@Lasher - sorry it took me so long to get up!

She had been here longer than anticipated, and grown accustomed to it. The visits from the medical woman - either Blue Willow or her daughter - were fleeting now, brief or so limited that Eigma was left alone more often than not, but it was alright. The pain had become minimal in that time. Eigma had taken to walking to and from the stream every couple of days, the way Dante had shown her, and found peace upon the bank, where the tall reeds are littered by a touch of ice. The caches she has made are not bursting, but they are peppered along the route nonetheless, and it is the cache system which has piqued her interest in the early evening hours. She paces alongside the nearest sandbar, wondering if there is anything of value washed up tonight, but is quickly caught off-guard by the sunset. Beside her, she hears a voice - her mind crackles with the name of her sister - but she doesn't give in to the temptation of looking around, instead rooting her attention upon the sky.