be vewy vewy quiet [se]

Lisbeth left the skyport and began making her way slowly across the cliffs, keeping well clear of the geysers. She breathed heavily in the humid air. She had never liked the air up this high; it did a number on her lungs, which were never strong on the best of days. But it was the only way to and from the skyport, so she had little choice.

Once the skyport was left behind her, she took her time, always careful to avoid over-exerting herself. It wouldn't take much to get her winded, and even taking her time, she stopped frequently to rest. Her already pale skin grew paler with the exertion, and she wished for nothing more to be home. Not that the barracks made much of a home, but it was better than the streets.

During one of her frequent breaks, she spotted a stranger sitting on the ground. Along with...scattered food? Curious, she headed in that direction. She was light on her feet and rarely made a sound, even though she wasn't really trying to be sneaky.

She stopped a few feet behind the stranger, quietly adjusting the bow and quiver on her back to make them a bit more comfortable. She watched for a long moment, but the girl didn't seem to be moving at all.

"What are you doing?" she asked.