It had been a long night and an even longer journey home. For the most part she had managed to keep Danica on the right heading. A few times the girl had wandered away, looking for who knows what. Heart twisting in worry Iopah had successfully turned the disoriented girl around. Sometimes invoking a game (at this point Io would have resorted to any means to get Danica to help), other times suggesting that the view may be better somewhere else. It didn't seem to matter that it was still pitch black, there was no view in the inky darkness.
In the brief spells of normalcy, no humming or bizarre question to occupy her, Iopah would look over to the girl as she limped along. How did she get this far north? She was so disoriented and dazed that it was hard to recognize the girl Iopah had once known. Was the familiar Danica in there somewhere? Could she be helped, was there a plant that could fix her mind?
When dawn first streaked across the sky in lines of pale yellow, Iopah could have slumped with relief. She let out an audible sigh, then glanced worried at Danica. The girl had such a fragile hold of reality,who knew if the sight of concern in her savior would damage it further. There was nothing to do but push on. Iopah let them through the cherry orchard. She remembered finding Danica and Gent in this very place. Months later she had met Gent again and had to admit the girl was lost. Iopah felt like the princess was still just as lost.
Finally the forested border of the orchard appeared. Under the canopy vines twisted thickly up the rough-barked trees and Iopah whined low at the first hint of the familiar thicket. Certainly they were wondering where she was. Iopah had said nothing about a trip to the Ghastly Forest and it was now late morning with no trace of their huntress. Her voice raised in a plea, pitch rising and falling, but not daring to fade away. There was a desperation to her ordinarily low and throaty howl. At least her absence meant that someone would be at the border searching.