Valla was out of breath from running, but she was still all smiles. Her dress had mostly dried while she ran, though it was still wet in places that made it cling tightly to her body.<br/><br/>She was excited to see Tommy back in action, and she had been thrilled while she ran thinking about telling everyone the news of her find.<br/><br/>"Tommy!" she exclaimed, nearly slamming into him as she gave him a big hug. The exuberance was out of character for Valla, but she was pumped at the moment. She broke the hug almost as soon as she started it, grinning at him like a fool. "That's great, Saul!"<br/><br/>"Guess what I found!" she said, looking at her little camp.<br/><br/>On the run over she imagined how excited they would become, to discover that the island had intelligent natives who might be able to help. Little winged folk definitely sounded better than poison-weapon-wielding nightmares. In a way, Valla felt like she had beaten Tommy at another contest: her found native was better than his.<br/><br/>Seeing the initial concern in their faces at her arrival brought a dose of reality back to Valla. Petre was likely still on high alert against hostiles, and Saul had just spent an evening and a morning bringing Tommy back to full life. Maybe, just maybe, they wouldn't share in the knowledge of yet another new island inhabitant as the good news the way she saw it.<br/><br/>"Umm...," she stammered, her smile faltering. They were all looking at her, waiting for what she had to say. "It's uh ... I found a great patch of phosphorous moss! I need that, you know, to make light. It's a ... spell ingredient."<br/><br/>She smiled, like her discovery was cool. "Sorry, I'm out of breath," she said, eager to change the subject. "Tommy, you look great! Thank you, Saul."