Set the traps and stomp the grounds

Iris frowned with concern when Zee explained that the storage cellar had a leak and nodded in agreement when she mentioned bringing it all out. It wasn't going to be a pleasant process, but it had to be done to see if everything truly was lost. Just as she was about to go see the damage for herself Artorias appeared and she looked up at the blue-marked young man with surprise, but once he explained that Sirius had instructed him to come take inventory she understood. It seemed that the Warlord had gotten all hands on deck for this. When he dropped off some spare blankets she was quick to pick one up and drape it around Zee's thin shoulders, giving her mistress a small smile. "Don't worry, we'll take care of it." She turned to follow Artorias into the cellar then, wrinkling her nose at the smell that hit her as well.

With his additional height that she didn't have he was able to wade into the water without getting into it as much as she would have so she took the job of being a runner as he passed things too her she could carry them out to the fire pit, slowly accumulating a spread of very soggy furs, tools, and supplies. The furs were the worst off and she wondered if the smell from the meat that had been left floating in the water would ever really come out of them once they dried - if they ever properly dried at all. They had to try and salvage what they could though so she continued on with her work, couriering things back and forth from the ruined cellar to where Mortis was working on the fire.

"Iris"