This place was very unfamiliar. Even the plantlife was new and obscure, even to him. It had been... Gods... YEARS since he had experienced this. Thankfully there was a local library, and a local apothecary that could potentially help with this predicament, but they would need something to go on other than vague descriptions. Gingerly, he collected samples of the unusual plantlife and tucked them away in bottles.
Mama was just as displeased with the local environs. Nothing here was edible, or at least, safely edible. He consoled her, and reminded her that this is why he was holding on to that loaf of special bread. He rubbed her on the back of her head, and caressed her ears, then pinched off a bite-sized hunk of the loaf, and held it out for her. She really wanted something more flavorful, but the feeling of satiety it gave was very welcome, if still jarring to her.
The tree growth was dense, and so was the forest floor vegetation. Resting here would be difficult. Not wanting to waste time, he set about finding a somewhat more open patch of forest floor; a place where the trees weren't QUITE as close together. Someplace where one could safely start a fire, and not light the whole place up like a match. Edwarg had parted company from Linea, and was off doing his own exploration of the local environs, and was nowhere to be seen. Jack had just decided on a spot, when the sound a snapping tree limb caught his attention, and drew the attention of his eye. Dixie had climbed one of the ancient trees, presumably to get a bearing on their path and to scope out landmarks, but had broken off a limb she was standing on, compromising her position high up, atop the tree.
There was no real way to assist her that high up, other than to help assure any falls would land on something soft. Hurriedly, and with purpose, the old man started furiously drawing away the heavy brush and bramble from beneath the tree, then laying a spongy bed of small twiggy branches and fallen leaflitter just beneath the compromised woman.