Ocean's Breath Plateau samsara

She did not wait long.  His mournful slitted eyes scaled over her form, and his brows worried a wrinkle between them.  There was a soupçon of recognition there unique to the stranger that seemed to sting until it faded.

He did not make to move.  Instead he queried her, "Who're you?  His tired voice was devoid of emotion.  He did not fear this stranger he awoke next to.  How curious.  Izel, she parried flatly, murkwater stare fixed upon his wounds.