"What's this made of?" Nerys makes an admiring noise at the soap--the container, being airtight, produces a scent that she can only describe as 'clean', upon Thorfinn's opening it, in contrast to the slightly muddy, dank smell of the flooding around them and the wet materials. It makes her acutely aware once again of how utterly adrift she is regarding the plants and animals around her, though she's learning, a little.

"It's all right, we all need to help each other. I don't think any of us really know what to do," she admits. "Like anything we decide to do could turn out wrong. But we must try, do something or...there's no point to living."