The Bracken Woods ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"Yeah," she grown weak over the days of walking. However with her brother, she felt a newfound energy come forward. A better hope, that the rest of their family was alive and well, "how are you doing?" while alive, perhaps not well, to say. They all been burned, singed, damaged. 

"Perhaps we should find a water source." She suggested, after inquiring about his well-being. Most instincts would venture toward water after the flames, and maybe they would be able to find their siblings there if true. They as well, needed to mend to their own bodies.