Delia nodded. "That's true." Leave it to her to blow everything out of proportion. Then again, waking up in a completely different place with almost no information about how to proceed was kind of a difficult situation to blow out of proportion. The hours of tropical sunlight and soft shore breeze had managed to calm her down ever so slightly, though. She smiled the tiniest bit at Belle's idea that they stick together. It was always good advice in an emergency situation. "And yes. I'm all for sticking together. It seems like the best way to deal with this for now."
She picked up some of the potato peels and hunted around for a wastebasket to put them in so the sink wouldn't get too full. "A woodsman, huh? That'll be useful." Delia had never known much about woodland survival. Although the area she'd grown up in was far from urban, like Boston was, she was always too afraid of the dark woods to venture out into them at night.