Idun kept nodding as though the act would someone make the simplicity of Philotes' plan as simple in execution. Because, really, they needed a simple plan that unfolded in a simple manner. Idun couldn't handle much beyond that. She wasn't admitting as much to herself, but it was the truth. They were both frazzled. This was not at all how the evening was supposed to go. If they couldn't find a way to put the fire out quickly and easily, inevitable doom seemed to be in their shared forecast.
And doom made Idun feel terrible. It was really best to avoid that completely.
She was stunned as Philotes added a few more steps to their simple, simple plan. Idun listened intently, lips parted, brow furrowed, focused. Had there been a farm? Idun had arrived as the sky was darkening, but it hadn't been true night yet. The sky hadn't been a blanket of blackness and stars. So had she seen a farm? She frowned and furrowed and frowned some more.
And then she remembered. "Yes! Yes, there's a farm...that way!" Idun pointed. Then she squinted and changed the direction of her pointed finger. It was very difficult to tell now that the world was dark and everything changed. Wasn't that something she always enjoyed, how a landscape was completely altered by a lack of light? Playing in the orchard was wicked and devious and hilariously fun at night. Hiding from Bragi as he tried to find her? Terribly amusing.
Trying to find a horse and plow? Not as fun.
"Definitely that way. Alright! So! All we have to do is borrow their horse. I swear I saw a horse. Maybe they won't even notice, and we'll get the horse back before they realize it's missing? That's...I'm willing to take the risk. They'll understand! We're trying to stop a fire!! Come on!!"
And then she was pulling her friend in the alleged direction of a horse and plow. All in the name of preventing France from burning down.