Brisa nodded quietly when Jaim gave his instructions.  She knew she couldn't do both at once so she focused on vines since he seemed to think that was more important.  She carefully wrapped all her other belongings up, including the bullywug skins she had carefully turned into a sort of greasy charcoal during their time in camp, and stowed everything in her bag except the book of plants.  

She began flipping through the book, paying careful attention to anything that might be vine-like, and what sort of terrain and habitat it grew it.  This was very similar to collecting herbs for Autry and she learned that quick enough.  The disadvantage was time, or more correctly the lack of it.  

Book and bag in hand she headed off to look in the area for the couple of plants she suspected she might be able to find.  She wished Jaim had told her what he wanted them for, she might be able to find  other plants that would serve the same purpose.  Things like little whippy saplings could be used almost like vines, and conversely brambles were vines but not easy at all to work with.  

She browsed along the river banks first, spotting lots of water hemlock, a very poisonous plant she knew from her studies with Autry.  Unfortunately it had to be ingested and she didn't think that was what was needed.  She would mention it though just in case.  

A little further from the water's edge, when the tress started to get bushy and thick, she found some wild grapes, that was at least a good solid vine.  She took her knife Argurios had given her and set to work.  

It was dirty humid work and the bugs were plentiful but Brisa shrugged most of the discomfort off.  After all since she had left home she had been uncomfortable most of the time.  This was no different.  She didn't even notice that she was stronger and had better endurance or that she just accepted the discomfort with little complaint.  Those little changes didn't register but they made the work much faster than it once would have been.

Soon she had a large pile, for her anyway, of grapevines.  Sadly it wasn't grape season so she wasn't able to collect grapes to add to their food supplies.  She knew the young leaves were edible though and she had managed to squirrel away a rather large collection of them in her book bag.  There was a good chance she would forget about them but right now she was doing her best to help wherever she could and collecting food seemed the logical step as she was gathering other things.  

It took some wrestling and creative thinking but soon she managed to tie her bundle of vines up and began to manhandle it back to the campsite.  The collecting was the easy part, dragging the heavy pile of vines back to the campsite was a different story and she was rather tired and sweaty when she got back.