Qeya River fables

you are safe, star eater murmured, voice low but certain. she watched as the girl's eyes flickered over the space, taking in the hides, the herbs, the warmth that surrounded them. there was a slowness to her movements, a sluggishness born of exhaustion, but she was awake. that was enough.
my den, she clarified, shifting where she sat, sorting through the herbs with practiced ease. she plucked a bundle from the pile, inspecting it for a moment before setting it aside. you collapsed by the river. i brought you here.
her gaze lingered, searching, though for what, she could not say. this girl—this stranger—had been a heap of frozen limbs when she found her. and yet she lived.
do you remember your name?