She noted his slight flinch at being touched, and that his already wide eyes widened even more at physical contact. She giggled, and then lay back down fully on the hammock. "Gryson, the hungry, of this cave, or at least, that is what I am assuming this place is? The natural crystal's are so luminescent of one another, and it must be nice to have your own source of cool water in here," she said quietly. She closed her eyes again, and stretched her legs out on the hammock, pointing the points of her little slippered feet straight out, and then relaxing again. She sighed, but it was not a relaxed sigh, it was more of a heavy and burdened sigh.
 "I am not sure what it was, I just know it came from the sea. For a while, I thought it was ships sending something our way, magic maybe, weapons, I wasn't sure, but then the ships were swallowed and over turned by it. We watched it way out in the distance fore a few months, it would swallow and overturn ships, and then one day it started to gradually move close. Our little fishing boats from the countryside started to disappear and overturn into the darkness like the foreign trading ships did before. Then one day, is furled through the water to the sands of the beach, and started to swallow up the towns. As it made it's way closer, my mother and father sent me out, and sent me to a run. They would have sent me on a horse but the stables had been swallowed already, and those that would dare go into the dark smoldering clouds that made up the dark wall didn't come back. Sometimes we could hear them start to scream, but it always ended in a choking silence. So I ran, and ran, sometimes walking, but mostly running. I stopped a few times to sleep, to rest, but in all honesty after the sun setting and rising the third time, I stopped counting how long I had been moving, because I had been out of rations for eating." She stopped then, turning her head to once more look at him. 
 Slowly, she started to sit up, but unused to a hammock, flipped out, landing on the hard surface of the cave on her back. She whined, and pushed herself up, mentally noting how clumsy she must seem to Gryson. "Are you here alone? I see there are two hammocks here," she observed. She once again let her eyes find their way right back to his, a content quiet gaze that she seemed to settle into often.