more than i can chew

The scrawny-looking woman stirred after a bit of poking and prodding, and Eyrún watched with vague amusement. So she was alive after all, even if she'd no doubt seen far better days. What on earth had happened to this scrawny little thing? Refraining from poking and prodding her some more, she pulled back slightly and gave the woman some room to breathe. She certainly looked like a little air would do her some good. "Hello," she all but mimicked her greeting, nearly copying her exact tone. Eyrún tilted her head slightly, assessing her from what most would deem a polite distance. Already her mind was trying to come up with a reason why she might've stumbled across this girl. A sign from the gods? Was this girl some kind of symbolic offering, sent as a reminder of what she herself had given up? It seemed to make the most sense. Happy accidents weren't something she believed in. "It is not. How'd you end up in there, hm?" Somewhere nearby she heard the sound of Huginn's wings steadily beating as he took flight, no doubt circling overhead to keep an eye on her.