Emberwood We could be men with ven

We'll make it, he promised; he was hopeful for their future and that made Ibis' worry fade a little bit. She hooked on to that goodness within him, hungry for it. If things worked out then that was great—and if they didn't, they'd make something work regardless. All that mattered right now was their own survival and Ibis didn't want to lose anyone, so she'd do all she could to keep them together. In thinking about this she opened her mouth to say something, but was cut short as a call rose from another area of the forest; someone was calling for her, although Ibis couldn't yet differentiate the voices of those that had gathered.

I think we will, she breathes, smiling at Pygmalion even as she begins to shuffle her feet, moving towards the call as it dwindles to silence again. The swishing of the boughs is all that she can hear after that, and the crunch of leaves. Suppose I should answer that— she says with a little sigh, see you, Pyg. And away she went.