Does this trolley go to Tahiti?

He hadn't meant to track Modesty here, but find her he did, piss-drunk blind and full of bad manners to boot. If he wasn't so small he'd have had half a mind to dunk her in the pool at the bottom of the falls, but instead he let out a long-suffering sigh, medicated her and now she was sleeping it off, he slunk away to check out what was growing closer to the falls.

With her as agitated as she was, a slip of valerian wouldn't go astray, though how he would get her closer to home if he got a bit heavy handed was beyond him, and he wasn't sure how Gilgamesh would take it if he sent a bird asking for someone to bring a wagon to cart her back. He wasn't sure Modesty wouldn't skin him in his sleep if he did either. Watercress might help to boost her battered immune system too, if he was lucky... and maybe some goatweed for her obvious depression too, not matter how she would rant and rave if he bought it up.

He had to step carefully this close to the falls. The rocks were slippery.

“Speech”