Witch's Marsh i'm living the single (single) life

There was still life within the marsh, even if it hadn't been of the variety most would hope for. A group as small as theirs would have no problem surviving off of stray fowl. I can help track, Bhe offered, but I might not be as good as you. There had been a time when she'd thought to learn the trade, but those lessons were long forgotten.

The next question brought about a weight which sat heavy on Bhediya's heart, escaping only as a breathy sigh. I came close enough. The short explanation was paired with a weak smile that she hoped Ibis would ignore. Whatever image she held of who the ascetic was, it didn't need to be tainted by the truth.

I'm Bhediya, the ascetic replied with a polite dip of her head. Based on Ibis's description, this wasn't Okeanos, but Bhediya was wary of assumptions. An expectant look was shot between the pair, hoping that one of them might clarify.