Bramblepoint [M] Everyone swimming in a champagne sea

With her daughter away on the mountain and Bridget to guide her, Ibis did not have to worry for either of them. She could work at her own pace; gathering what she could from patches of melting snow, digging to build fresh caches for whatever she found, or occasionally checking in on Antares as he recovered. She found herself distracted more often than not, today; then there came a familiar sounding voice to call after her.

Spinning on her heel, Ibis looked around and almost missed the sharp-faced Draper; he did well to blend in with the forest. Ibis had been so busy with her work up until this point she had remained oblivious to his presence (but then again, she'd been nose-diving in to piles of plant matter which might have overwhelmed her senses).

Hello again! She called back, surprisingly cheerful considering the circumstances. Dropping her work for the time being, Ibis chose to take a quick break and go to greet the man properly. She approached him with a smile. I am glad that you are safe. We've been camping here a few days to check for survivors and help them. Ibis was glad to have a break from all that now, though.