Mudminnow River Everyone who knew her loved her so.

It was good knowledge to have. Certain that it would come in handy one day, Ibis attentively cocked her ears to the strangers voice and then - shocked - watched as the red woman grabbed something from a sling she carried. It surprised her more so that this woman was crafty enough to create such a thing; Ibis studied the pouch-plant that Cadeau utilized and wondered if she could do the same thing, but... That would require identifying this plant and fashioning it upon herself somehow, both feats she didn't feel comfortable with.

The more this woman spoke the more Ibis found she respected her. It seemed like she knew exactly what she was talking about. The girl tried to remain attentive and to commit as many details as she could to her memory - yet even as she recited what Cadeau was saying, her mind went off on tangents and filled with questions. How does she know this? Being chief among them. Can she be trusted? Was a smaller one, a nagging doubt she banished swiftly as she refocused.

The best thing to do would be, avoid getting bitten in the first place. How do you know if a bite will be bad? I mean, the thing I followed never tried to bite me. Maybe it wasn't as dangerous? But then she felt stupid, like she'd asked a very dumb question. Maybe it was better to just assume every snake was a bad thing.

Once the woman finished explaining Ibis nodded and mentally went over things: Venom can spread if you aren't calm, or if you run, so... Venom travels inside your body, kind of like blood, then. Maybe... In your blood? The question was rhetorical, more of a voicing-of-a-thought than anything. The idea of something infiltrating her body and causing harm was terrifying.