Herbalists' Cache Tomorrow, I'll switch the beat to avoid yesterday's dance

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The child practically falls all over herself as she tries to prove her worth, as if Ibis would require something like that from either of them. They were in need, and she had a means to make their life easier, that was the extent of it. The father was thankful, and equally as quick to pledge repayment for saving their lives—which almost embarrassed Ibis. She should be used to this by now; desperate people finding solace with her promise of safety and food, followed up with some sort of trade. Maybe that was how the world outside of the valley worked but it felt wrong to her, expecting something in return for her kindness. But she wouldn't refuse him either. He was a large fellow, stalwart, and his daughter showed fervor in her own way. They would be excellent additions.

Lead the way. Kavik says, and Ibis nods. Come, its this way... And she turns from them, leading them swiftly to where the group has made their camp, but being sure to pause if she's going too fast. She's small but evidently in better condition than the starving little family—something she hopes to remedy with time.