"Me either, until now. This is the first time it's someone I actually knew well," Brigitte admits. "And you and I are both so new, I thought it just..."

She trails off. It had seemed so much the luck of the draw; she would've thought the disappearance and the moving-on only happened once you'd been here for ages, but then she'd heard what had happened to Jacob's sister, the first time around. So it really was just... hopelessly random. With no way to stop it, or predict who might be next.

More than the teleportation, more than being whisked across the island on the whims of some unseen observers to jump through hoops and deliver supplies for god knows what reason — more than any of that, these disappearances frighten her now.

"And... you know, that would be appreciated. Or even if it's just, coming by at the end of the day to help put out the fires and tidy things up and close up shop for the night? I tend to work too late on my own projects too, so I forget and stay there too long." If the others at the forge had already left, there was no one to nudge her at the end of the day, remind her to get her ass back to the inn and sleep.