Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

Time flies past to those, who are busy. Sarah left alone and having neither inclination, nor a chance to occupy herself with something, while she waited, began to yawn. There was one. There was another one. She licked her chops, blinked few times, eyelids were heavy, the tiredness just before slumber wrapped her like a warm and dense blanket. By the time Ibis returned Sarah's eyes were closed and she nodded in a feeble protest against complete takeover of sleep.

The girl's voice woke her up, though it was unwillingly done. Sarah could do without any herbs, if given a chance to lie down somewhere dry and warm. The marsh did not look either promising or welcoming. She would have to look for a bed elsewhere. Wait. What had the girl told her? Drowsiness did not allow her to focus on more thing than one at the same time. There were muddy pieces of plant material lying on the ground and she was supposed to eat it, right? 

One last inquiring look in Ibis's direction and with a quiet "yeah, yeah," she leaned down, picked the bark and began to chew on it. It tasted horrible and it took all her strength not to wince. She was too tired to protest loudly. Eventually she swallowed the half-chewed mass and forced a smile. "Thanks!" this one came out sincere. "I think I will look somewhere to rest and we can talk tomorrow? With you permission, of course," she said to the girl and emphasized this statement with another yawn.