Witch's Marsh Will I ever see heaven again?

It was useful to have someone like Sarah around, Ibis realized. She didn't have the experience necessary to keep multiple bodies alive, but Sarah knew how to handle the stresses of a pack. The girl could learn a lot from her aunt and this conversation was proof enough of that - she was thankful to have run in to her, sick though she was. Her commentary about being a nomad didn't bother Ibis at all either; she actually found the concept advantageous, and smiled upon thinking about it.

A change of scenery would be nice, she agrees softly. But in the next breath she adds, I don't want to leave the marsh too soon though. Just... Just in case Okeanos... Comes home. I haven't seen him since the quakes began, auntie. A change in her tone implied worry and deep concern, both of which were hard to shake. I'm afraid to leave the marsh even if it gets too cold. What if he comes looking for me and can't find me?