Raise These Bones

Drífa rested a paw on the tin and nodded somberly. "I feared as much." It really did seem as if Ignatius had simply vanished in the dark of the night and it made her worry for him even more. She hadn't recalled seeing any signs of struggle but she wasn't a detective either. Had he been abducted? Her mouth pursed into a thin line before she sighed and shook her head. "I thought Fyri was doing well, too. That makes me worry even more, but there's little we can do now. I just hope he's safe, wherever he is."

The conversation turned to what she'd been doing and Drífa was grateful for the shift in conversation. There was only so much talking about the past these days. "I'm making some marshmallow tisane. When the herbs are soaked in warm water they release healing properties that can help calm a cough if you drink the liquid." She gently picked up the tin in her jaws and placed it on the shelf where she had a number of dry herbs stored. She turned back to Kirsi.

"I was also planning on putting a travois together if you were interested in helping me. It's a means to carry items, or perhaps even a patient if that should be required. But if you wish to go I won't keep you here." She could sense a bit of unease in Kirsi but she wasn't sure if it had been the conversation or if the woman just had other matters to tend to.