Sun Mote Copse what you gon' do

Niamh had been fishing in the river, which had finally shrun back down to its normal size again, when Eljay had called. There were new deepholes to be investigated, and the banks had been shifted under the weight of the flooding, but the fish seemed to like it. She hadn't spared much time for fishing in the past, but now, with a few new sweet fishing spots along their borders, she found it hard to resist. Fishing took so much less energy than hunting other animals. 

So she was still wet all the way up to her chest when she reached Eljay, having heard her summon and responded to it as swiftly as possible. She was panting softly, and searched with her gaze for anything that ought to worry for her. While she saw Eljay often in passing, it was unusual for him to call for her unless there was a particular reason and her first thought was her kids. Was one of them hurt? None of them were there, so she turned her questioning gaze to him, concern sharpening her gaze. When she saw no others present, she realized that he was in the place where he and Weejay brought plants to grow....And it didn't look so great.

"Woah. The flooding sort of..." She leaned over to sniff at a plant which looked alive, but quite wilted. She sighed; a lot of time had probably been put into planting and growing these plants, only to be torn free by rushing waters, or killed by the saturation. "Sorry. This...You put a lotta time into this. Will they," She said, attempting to perk up a plant (unknowingly having chosen a weed, rather than an actual herb) up by lifting one of its rain-softened leaves up. "Grow back?" She asked. The plant's leaf flopped back down by its stalk, causing Niamh to frown. It wasn't likely why he'd called her here- she'd be as useless in a garden as a lawn gnome would be in a game of pickleball. But she felt she ought to offer some sympathy for the loss of his garden, knowing it was something he cared about.