The woman's pulse seems to have become more steady since last night, but there are no other changes.
"She seems to be getting stronger, but there's no indication of her awakening anytime soon. We should take her back to Corrie's" Dagmarr says, adding her opinion to the debate.
She nods, "Then...as soon as everyone has had something to eat and our stuff is all picked up, that's what we'll do."
Jerrica takes out her rations and starts eating. "This place is depressing."
She nods in agreement with Jerrica as she tries to eat a little more.
"The bleakness definitely lives up to it's reputation in legend." Sig says, eating some of her rations as well.
Her appetite somewhat dulled by their surroundings and the things they had already gone through, she picks up the rest of her rations and stores them in her pack before putting away her water skin. While the others are eating she picks up her and Thorgr's bed rolls and gets ready to head back to the cottage.
Thorgr puts away his rations and goes to pick up the woman. "Off we go."
You leave the maze and arrive at the village around late afternoon by your estimation.
Frostine tries to keep an eye out for any suspicious activity or anything out of the ordinary.
Everything appears normal to Frostine. Several of the villagers mill around outside.
Looking at the others she says, "Maybe we should just get her back to Corries and come back later to deal with these people? I don't feel like getting talked down to again right now."
"Sounds fine to me," Thorgr says.
Frostine just continues through the village towards the cottage.
By evening, you reach Corrie's. There is light coming through the window.
"Door, please," Thorgr requests.
Frostine goes to the door and opens it for him.
Thorgr carries the woman through the doorway and gently sets her down on the couch. "Corrie? We're back."
Corrie comes from the kitchen and smiles at the sight of the group. "Welcome back. Oh, who is this?"
She looks at the woman on the couch.
"No clue. We found her caged up in a maze," Jerrica answers. "Is Woden around?"
Corrie shakes her head. "He left after you did and hasn't been back since. Would any of you like some dinner?"
"Gods yes," Thorgr says, unslinging his pack.
She takes the pack from him, stretches up to kiss his cheek and then takes their things to their room before returning to the room where everyone else is.
Singing during the trip back to Corries to boost everyone's spirits, Sig smiles at the idea of another of Corrie's meals. "I think that would be exactly what we need."
"Excellent," Corrie says. "I'll get started right away."
Going to the woman on the couch she kneels in front of her and looks her over. Shifting her vision to perceive any magical auras she takes a closer look at her to see if maybe there was something on her person that was making it harder for her to wake up.
Dagmarr observes as Frostine studies the woman, the glow in her eyes hinting to some form of detection spell. Hopefully between them they could figure out what it would take to awaken her other than rest.
Frostine doesn't find anything magical on the woman.
Corrie returns with spare ribs and mashed potatoes. "Dinner's ready."
She shakes her head, "I'm sorry...I can't find anything magical on her that's keeping her asleep. I guess it's just gonna take some time?" She sighs as she gets up off the floor where she kneels in front of the woman to go into the dining room and sit with the others. She didn't want to go anywhere or do anything until the woman was awake and they were sure she was alright. She sits quietly thinking about things as everyone comes to the table.
"Then she will have the rest she needs," Dagmarr says with a sigh as she moves over to the table.
She nods as she puts a spare rib and small scoop of potatoes on her plate.
Sig puts together a plate for Jerrica, before doing so for herself, letting out a pleased sigh as she takes her first bite.
Looking up at Corrie she asks, "May I have some lemonade please?"
Corrie smiles. "Of course. What would everyone else like to drink?"
"Lemonade sounds good," Jerrica answers. She smiles at Sig. "Thank you, love."
"An ale for me."
"Always." Sig says with a wink. "An ale please Corrie."
"Water please." Dagmarr says somewhat distractedly.
Corrie fetches the drinks for everyone. "Something wrong, Dagmarr?"
"Just trying to fathom why she'd unable to awaken." the cleric says with a sigh.
"Perhaps it's the climate," Corrie says.
She sighs, "It probably depends on how much of that crap they made her drink."
She sips on her lemonade in between small bites of potatoes and dainty bites of her rib.
"True, it could be any number of things I suppose. We'll just have to wait and see." she says beginning to eat.
Thorgr eats a moderate amount of food and washes it down with the ale in fairly short order. "I've missed good cooking even though we weren't gone that long."
She nods as she finishes her one rib and small helping of potatoes, "Yeah...it's easy to take the small stuff for granted until you have to go without it for a while." She finishes her lemonade and sets the empty tankard down on the table.
"That's true."
She sighs, "Well...I don't really want to go anywhere until I know she's okay....but, I don't know if we solved the problem of the food snatchers yet."
"I suppose we'll find out whenever we go back," Thorgr says. "I'm in no hurry."