Comet kicks you lightly on the side, trying to see if you're conscious or not. Other than a few grumbles, ones she's not sure what to make of, you stay silent, chest rising and falling slowly. A chill runs through the Outskirts, drafting through her tent, in which she'd brought you too. Her sleeping bag is wrapped up neatly in the corner, a crate of bottles filled with clear water in the other.

While feeding the birds earlier that morning, and jotting down any new ones she'd see, she had traveled far out enough to find, well, you. Alone, laying still, partially overgrown grass surrounding you like a cloak. It was... curious, and more importantly, lucky for you that she'd found you. Not many dare to travel through the Outskirts. Too vast, too desolate for most. As far as she was concerned, she was the only one out there. Clearly not.

She didn't just leave you there, no, that would no doubt weigh on her conscious. She wasn't exactly used to others, though, and had zero idea what to do to you other than wait for you to wake up.

"..."