Emberwood got no time, got no mind

Her brow knits as she wracks her brain.  Truthfully, she wants to help; it's in her nature, her bones.  There's nothing she wants more than to be able to help.  But alas, she's seen none of them.  I'm sorry, she says, I haven't found them.  But I lead a sanctuary not too far from here, and I can let you know if they stop by, or if one of my scouts comes across them.

She's unsure how much prying is courteous, but she still manages to ask, Could I perhaps get their names?  I am Seabreeze, by the way.