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What had she eaten while hidden in quarantine? If her voice was any indication, Ying thought that the woman was making an impressive recovery. She wondered what had persuaded Hua to show the foreign girl such uncharacteristic kindness, but figured that it didn't matter. The decision had been made, and it wasn't one that she could — or would — refure without reason.

Her attitude was promising. Ying flashed a short-lived smile and motioned for their guest to follow. Get up, then, she called back as she began to head toward shore. The caches were well-kept, so there was no shortage of meat, but she was still having trouble finding something to satiate her hunger. The huntress was in the mood for shellfish; who would have thought?