They head back to the camp.  The lanterns and paper are in the tent, along with the makeshift bed Wovenveil had tried to make earlier, and some other stuff that needs to be kept dry.  

Okay, a lantern, a few sheets of paper, and... are those sharpened sticks of wood with grey cores for writing with? Well, this one makes very readable marks on the paper, so she'll take it.

"Anything I can use for a, a writing surface? Plank of wood or, something."

Wovenveil looks around.  The normal surfaces for writing are all meant to be stood at by people much taller than Gavi.  She pulls down a large plastic bin from the stack and sets it on the tent floor.  The top is smooth and flat, and makes a solid table at about the correct height for a Matoran.  

"You can stand here, or take the lid off to use somewhere else."

"I'll take the lid."

If there's nothing else, she's going to be cataloguing types of plants in the garden clearing until it's nearly dawn or something interrupts her.

Elsecall has already gone to sleep near the mosaic, standing in place like a statue, and Wovenveil joins her.  

Nothing interesting happens overnight.

That's a little weird, but then they're plant people, not Matoran.

By the time she's tired enough to want to sleep she's distinguished a lot of kinds of plants, by both visual traits and what she can sense about them.

Bunched-White-Flowers grows an energy-rich tap root. Big-Leaves-Yellow-Flowers grow gourds. Pod-Fruit-Vines and Pod-Seed-Vines give the most energy-rich produce. Runner-Roots-Inverted-Fruit is going to need to be cut back just so she doesn't have to step so carefully around it. Large-Leaves-No-Flowers are noticeably more energy-rich than most leaves, but not nearly as much as the fruits. Red-Poison-Berries is definitely going as soon as she has pruning shears. Beyond that... well, some of the plants with smaller flowers would have strong tastes if she wanted to eat them, but she's not a Skakdi.

Now. That all done, she's going to be very asleep in the tent for the next six hours.

The dryads begin moving again when the sun comes up.  Various archaeological activities are done.  

Gavi wakes up, stares at the roof of the tent, and seriously contemplates rolling right back over and going back to sleep.

... But she has a garden, and it's her responsibility, and just because it's finally hit that she's very, very, very far from home doesn't mean she can slack off. She has a duty to take care of herself, if nothing else.

Still, the dryads might notice she's kind of mopey today.

Wovenveil gets distracted from the dig once again, now that Gavi's awake.  Oh no a sad Gavi.  

"Is there anything I can help with?"

Mope, mope, m-- oh, Wovenveil. Gavi blinks up at her, frowning. "I... don't think so," she says after a moment. "I'm just... homesick."