Wheeling Gull Isle and if you don't want me at my goodnight

Someone was always watching her. It didn't feel right at first; she didn't know these women, and the last woman she had been drawn to had stabbed her in the back, so... She was leery. At the same time she could not fault their diligence. Hua brought her little bits of food sometimes. Ying, on the other hand, kept to herself. In this moment Nukilik was accompanied by the ghost and her dark-capped sister was doing her own thing elsewhere - but it wasn't unpleasant. There was a stoicism to the woman that Nukilik appreciated. She seemed strong and stalwart, both aspects that served to comfort the injured woman.

The grass grew sparsely across a cobbled clay deposit, raised out of the snow as a balding shelf. She was content here - sprawled in the glimmering too-bright sunlight. When Ying appeared and called out to her, Nukilik was alert and attentive. She cast a glance towards the woman and smirked; how odd that question was to her. 

Of course I can. She retorts.