Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

Ibis's arguments did not convince Sarah entirely, but, since her head felt fuzzy and a little light-weight, she listened without saying a word about all the rational arguments, why a marsh was the last good place to stay for long. Insects and foul water in the summer, slush and floods in spring and autumn. And Sarah had seen so-called "green" winters as well, which were just as bad as the white ones. You never saw the sun and it could rain, rain, rain and rain again for weeks at time without a stop. And - as mentioned earlier - Sarah had very personal reasons, why she wished to avoid water altogether (except for drinking purposes). 

Her Narrator thinks that it is good Sarah kept her mouth shut and did not discourage Ibis from everything right away. She had enough empathy (or lack of energy) to support the girl's wish to head out in the world on her own. And her conviction that her niece definitely needed someone to look after her, guide and advise her in her quest, became even stronger. Injured, sick, with unclear chances of survival, the rusty battle axe's heart beat eagerly in anticipation. "What do you live on now?" Sarah asked next, because food was the first important thing. No one in her experience had adapted to life without any nutritional sustenance.