Hushed Willows not like the cistern

Being around her mother wasn't helping her mental state. The little girl spent too many hours at her side, to the point that she'd forgotten about Okeanos (or appeared to), and only left her side when she absolutely had to. She told Seabreeze so many things, too. Whatever might rouse her back to waking. She told her all about getting lost, and finding Tux, and her return — of seeing daddy, even the child's skull she'd found and kept. Her stories grew more fanciful as the days went by, and sometimes Ibis would sing poor rhymes at her mother's sleeping form, thinking that the magic words might wake her.

But, this was an emotional toll on her. Ibis eventually had to extricate herself from the situation, and began spending longer and longer breaks among the willows, which was where she loitered at the moment Olive slipped by. Seeing the brief flash of her other mother as she made her way to the territory edge drew her attention, and soon Ibis was following after her. She arrived and took notice of Lily there too, talking to a pair of striking strangers. The two ladies looked much more wild than anyone Ibis had seen before - and with thin bodies, not underweight but clearly fit, and quite lean. As she chose to pursue this distraction rather than think of her mom stuck in her sleep, she drifted closer, but remained behind the adults just in case.