Bramblepoint It's hard to be anywhere these days

Ibis drew a shaky breath, steadying herself for what may come. She could not imagine what might remain of the mountain or its people — but she had to prepare the camp, regardless. They could spare the time and effort if it meant saving one life; they needed to save someone, she had convinced herself of that much.

Lilitu's question roused something within Ibis, and she shook her head slightly, but it was a thoughtful gesture rather than a dismissive one. If they can manage the trip, I think that is a good idea. For now, if we find anyone at all, we can try to treat them in place or help them to the woods, to this camp. It depends on the severity of their situation.

Some of them might not be mobile at all, Ibis thought. Broken limbs would impede travel, and so would infections. Had they gotten here fast enough? Would they find anyone at all still alive upon the mountain? The weight of things had begun to settle across Ibis' shoulders and she looked a touch more nervous.

We have to know what is up there first. I'll set up the camp, and you.. and Bridget, maybe you can both do a quick survey of the mountainside? Ibis was, in the end, afraid to look for herself.