Witch's Marsh A Toad's Memory

Their numbers were growing by the day, or so it felt. Adding another mouth to feed would put a little more strain on their resources - not that she would speak of this, or ever refuse anyone a safe haven - but to hear that he knew how to employ the herbs of the marsh was uplifting. They had hunters, warriors, and scouts a-plenty; Ibis found herself immediately invested in the wellness of this pale boy, covetous of his skills above all else, which was selfish of her. If he needed a home she could provide — and getting someone with such skills would be a bonus.

Consider it your home too, then. She remarks with a wider smile. I will say.. Even though I'm quite attached to the marsh, if it proves to be unsuitable for winter we will find somewhere better. I... I hope you're happy here with us. She was rambling a little bit, feeling quite unsuited to this position she'd found herself in. But, if it gave him peace, that's what mattered.