Faint mumbling. Random hooting and flapping noises in between.

If only they could all just stop disturbing her and leave her in peace.

[i]Go away,[/i] she thought. [i]Ying wants to sleep somemore...[/i]

There was a sharp pain at her lower abdomen, one that she couldn't ignore no matter how hard she tried to in favor of sleep. Her sluggish brain took a long while before it realized that she was hungry. Like, I-have-not-eaten-in-a-hundred-years hungry.

"Hey! Are you ok? I am here to help you if you want help." A voice spoke loudly. Ying slowly opened her eyes and turned her head towards the voice.

It was a lady, and she was peering over, wondering if Ying was alright. She sounded curious yet concerned, so Ying gathered her to be friend, not foe. Even if she's planning to kill Ying for whatever reason, Ying doubted she had any ounce of energy left to lift her dagger in defence, much less to fight.

Her wooden owl was flying midair when she woke, but soon landed next to her body, gave a few happy hoots before silently watching her with its large blue eyes. The corner of Ying's lips twitched in amusement. What a surprise to have a wooden owl as her loyal companion...seems like there's more to Birdie than the eyes meet.

Her stomach growled, disturbing her thoughts. Ying sighed, and slowly sat up. "Wo mei shi, xie xie gu niang de guan xin. Zhi bu guo...wo you yi dian dian er le..." she ended her reply with an embarrassed smile. Little did she know that whatever she had just spoken sounded like pure gibberish to her newfound acquaintance.