No she's going to be law-abiding she doesn't want to die and she also doesn't want to be a hypocrite when trying to explain to Segda how to follow the law. 

She goes back to find Segda.

Segda has finished its plums and is climbing roofs. Someone is trying to thwack it down off their roof with a rake.

"Hey Segda can you help me with something?"

"What?" Segda asks.

"Are you the foreigner with the pet stranger?" says the human with the rake. "Get it off my roof!"

"That's what I'm doing," she says to the human. "We need to go gather enough food for the next few days, and you know these woods better than me," she says to Segda.

"I never left town before."

"Well, how'd you know which mushrooms you could eat?"

"I saw them before."

"So you do know more than me. And we can fish, do you know how to fish?"

"A little."

"I'd rather fish your way, you can zap the water if you're in a pinch but it might annoy someone who lives in it."

"Zap water?" asks Segda.

"Are you getting it down off the roof or do I have to get help?" demands the roof owner.

"You don't need to help." 

To Segda: "Yeah. If you come now I'll show you, it's more of my magic."

Segda scrabbles down from the roof and trots up to Iris agreeably enough. The roof-owner mutters and tromps indoors.

Iris does not think she has many many friends in this city. Off they can go to search for food.

Segda can identify mushrooms that it can eat. It has no idea what mushrooms humans can eat. It says it needs a sharp fishing fork to stab fish.

"Metal or wood?"

"I only know wood ones."

She can attempt to carve one of those out of a branch, then.

Segda rejects her first attempt. "This one's no good."

"What's wrong with it?"

"It's too short and the points don't go the same way."

"Okay." She tries again.

This fishfork is acceptable. Segda sits by the river and waits.

"Tell me stories."

History of the Peulomic War, but told as happening to silly little frogs instead of people, and with getting turned into a tadpole in place of all the deaths.