Hushed Willows I don't know if I am dying or living

it takes a while for the stranger to notice her but when she does, brilliance is surprised. eyes narrow and her brows burrow, watching as she tenses and stands unsure out in the open. she has never seen her before, has no idea if she’d been at the boulder before they moved, but her head tilts in question when nothing happens.
 
“what’re you doing?” she decides to ask, keeping her distance while the other remains stiff and unsure.