Indigo stands up again, stepping over to heave up her two buckets of water. She'd consider asking Amber for help carrying them, but she's pretty sure she's small enough that she'd have trouble carrying even one of these. Perhaps the giraffe...? At least they don't have to worry about light, with the glow she's putting out.

"What's yer name, little lady? I'm Indigo." She leads the way to where she's been working as she talks; it's thankfully not too far, as she knew she'd need water.