It shouldn't have been surprising that she wanted to seek help. She'd managed to do it last time, hadn't she? Only the problem with the sorts of Kimeti that were spoken about in legends was that they were legendary. Which meant not concrete. Which meant...where was she supposed to find one, again? She'd heard of a few by name but they mostly sounded intimidating - harsh, fierce guardians of the Tidewalkers, or so close to the Motherfather that they communed with them and took kin on frightening expeditions, or just busy, like Never Idle. She didn't know where to seek the one who'd helped her out the last time, either.
That'd have made it easier, wouldn't it? But at least for now she could do her stretches and her ungainly wobbling around. She'd certainly be on a plant diet now. Perhaps she should have asked that kiokote to stick around and hunt for her - but then, she didn't know what kiokotes were like, and she didn't like the implication that she couldn't do it herself. Even though, well, she couldn't, in this state.
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