Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

The woman takes note of many things, most of which Indra remains oblivious to. When she asks after the girl, and then her name, Indra doesn't know what to do. This one doesn't bring a gift so she cannot tell what is expected of her; so far everyone who has visited has wanted something, and each situation had become a transaction.
The girl was trying not to stare at the pale woman. She stole glances, or looked and blinked away. Her ears turning to the questions. What if this was another lesson?
I'm Indra, she murmured, her voice low and almost sombre. It felt scratchy on her tongue. I'm.. cold, n'hungry, but she didn't want to complain. These wolves served the bear, and the bear had saved her from the cave. The bear was keeping her here.
Wh... wha, who, are you? She ventured boldly, struggling. Indra rarely slept these days and only ate, only drank, when her caretakers came and made her.