Totoka River can you picture, my lady, this empty scene?

Bridget's offer was declined with a polite headshake. It felt wrong to eat something that she had not caught, much less the spoils of her victor. Ying settled onto her haunches and smiled for the sake of maintaining their cordial setting. What is the ques-tion? she asked. The syllables felt strange as they rolled from her mouth, so while awaiting Bridget's response, she quietly practiced under her breath. 

Que...que-s-ti...hm...