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Victorious was not a word Ibis would use to describe her current status. She had begun to thin in recent days, which gave her usually nymph-like appearance a haggard edge, the soft curves of her body having matured a little bit in the time since Sarah had last seen the child, but with her growing hunger and the clear lack of resources in the Wilds she was slowly being stripped down. She slunk up to where Sarah was perched and tried to smile, tried to be her usually optimistic and cheerful self, but the light of her glee didn't quite enter her eyes; it was a facade, an act she felt compelled to put on in the company of family.

Sarah drifted out of the water towards her, and that was when Ibis realized—she must have been fishing, and the girl must have screwed up her chances at a meal. With how disastrous the season had become, losing a single fish could prove fatal. Ibis felt immediately apologetic and her expression morphed from a friendly smile to a worried little frown. I'm sorry—I probably screwed up your hunting, gosh... Can I help? Maybe with both of us trying we can get something worthwhile...?

Ibis had never fished for anything before; she recalled the last time she'd been around the water with an adult, back in Elysium, and had been briefly pulled along with the creek, much to her terror. She knew not to dive right in to the water this time so that was a bonus.