Bearclaw Valley Drink me

The stranger was a woman. She was inviting like the others but also warm, which was something Indra had been sorely missing in her life. It didn't take much more prompting for the girl to come crawling from the dark towards the rabbit, but she did not grab for it, and waited for permission first.
It wasn't an act of humility that held her back. She wasn't being polite. Merrick had come before and made a deal that had drawn her out of stillrift for a time, for water. Aventus had given her a similiar rabbit in exchange for another lesson.
Indra waited for whatever it was this stranger wanted of her; another lesson, most likely. She wasn't about to lose out on the chance for another rabbit.