"And I wouldn't believe in people managing to coming back from the dead with their minds in one piece, but it looks like we're here now."

There is a soft sort of thwap sound from the pile of linens. Aconite's discovered that smacking things with the stem is satisfying, and she cheerfully continues to thump the pile with the stem, all signs of her momentary agitation gone.

"Us comin' back might be related to the eggs starting to show back up. But I can't really say. We're not any better caretakers for them than the next person. If they were only going to listen to us, then that Adira wouldn't have been able to pull off that spectacle of hers with the one she has."