Witch's Marsh just like a star across my sky

"Just a bit under the weather," Sarah lied, but did not attempt to hide it much from Bhediya. It was obvious that she was ill to anyone, who had a pair of functioning eyes and the only solace to her wounded pride (who would have thought that anyone would beat up Sarah so badly in her glory days) was not openly whining about, how bad her life was. 

"Not really, but I am her aunt," so, technically she was just as good as any person the girl had collected here. Better even, because she was related to the girl directly, and had met her few times prior. "I am Sarah - I came to visit her," she added quickly. Introductions did not came easy to her, she often forgot to tell her own name, always focused more on more important subjects. To put it simply - in Sarah's opinion - names did not define people. Their intentions and actions did.

"How long have you been here?" she asked to help the conversation along. Another skill she had to work on, but for Ibis's sake she was ready to try.