Bearclaw Valley Your name on my lips, tongue tied

This had to be another test. A game. Indra listened to the woman speak and naturally picked it all apart, trying to understand. What was the lesson here? Who was this woman, really. Indra began to entertain the thought: this woman was made-up; nobody could exist with a body that white and eyes that red, and be real. She was lonely enough to have done it herself.
I dunno, the girl answered.
She really didn't. So far as she was aware, the bear had chased the scary man away and brought her here. She'd never had the strength to climb the cliffside alone.
I don' think I'm in trouble, she murmured after a moment to think. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her belly tucked more than it should've been at her age. Not an ounce of baby fat left upon her body after weeks of the bare-minimum of meals; but still she innocently believed herself to be safe - because the bear had rescued her.