The floods had devastated her supply. Anatola had found herself a very good nook within the Grotto when she came to Moladion and helped those should could over time. Her supply had been built up well with a little bit of everything she could find in the region. And then the massive storms came. The black and white patched woman had been lucky enough to not be home when the waters began to rise; otherwise, she may well have ended up swept away and lost. That thought was very painful to imagine. One less healer in a world full of troubles... That was a painful enough thought, but what hurt more was the thought of what might become of Mithos. She still felt their bond, of that much she was grateful. It meant he was safe wherever he was in the world.

So long as she knew that, Anatola was able to carry on with her day to day life. She struggled to find a new place to store her supplies, so she primarily utilized what she could carry in a leather slung pouch she had fashioned or found (the woman had forgotten at this point). It was only the basics for cuts, infections, and the like, but nothing for anything more severe. It broke her heart to not be able to have easy access to everything.

Even still, Ana hobbled along with her awkward gait. Born without most of her left foreleg, she had survived quite the ordeals in life. Here, she survived; thrived even. All the same, as she made her way along the upper portions of the Grotto and looked down through the gaps and spaces. She could hear the water that rushed through. Ana took great care not to get too close to the edge for fear of a slip and fall. There didn't seem to be anyone around, so all the more reason to be careful if she couldn't get herself out. It was still so full of water. The dual colored woman feared she may never return to her sanctuary.