As Aun Arah skips and hops through the forests, in one hand carrying a basket filled with maggots and wriggling worms, the other waving calmly to the souls of the dead passing her by. She comes to a stop by a small stream, green and filthy, like everything in this cycle.

She comes up to the water and gazes at her own reflection for a moment

"Soon, lets get you cle....." She jerks her head to the side as if she heard something nobody else could, takes a pause and looks back at the stream "clean... lets get you clean"

She smiles, and gives her own reflection a little wave... the reflection doesn't wave back, it just stares at her... hopefully perhaps?

As Aun Arah makes her way back to her hut in the center of the forest she comes to a halt, again

"What do we have here?" She murmurs to herself as she circles the unknown pile of limbs in the middle of her courtyard, it breathes... it... lives

She takes a stick and pokes the body, a bit more forcefully than needed, but after all, she didn't remember inviting any guests

"Hey you...." She stops for a moment, her eyes going hazy, she somehow fishes out your name from the air around you "User, what are you doing? sleeping in front of my home, how rude."