It was approximately a day or two since Ichabod joined and he constantly lingered in the back of her mind. How was his wound? Was he okay? It got to the degree where she started to ask around on the whereabouts of the cream-colored tom and soon she had found the location where he making his residence at. The molly had seized her herbal satchel before making her way down to the cave on the beach as she stopped at the entrance before calling out, "Hello? Ichabod, it's me— Missio." Once she had announced her presence, she would step in slowly and glance around for the newcomer. As she advanced further into the cave there was different scientific instruments coming into sight and she inches closer to observe them. Ichabod was an intriguing person and there was a mysterious yet compelling atmosphere around the male. In a strange sense, he had proved Missio's theory correct: newcomers brought new things to clan life whether it be a positive or negative impact. He seemed deeply interested in science and maybe before he lost his memories, Ichabod could do some labs without looking.