Oh. It is you. [It's said in a deadpanned tone, Oona looking a little disappointed. Why couldn't it have been some handsome prince or something?? Lame.]

This is not how you wake people, you know. You are bad at this.

[She doesn't particularly feel like telling the story either. The ground isn't particularly comfortable, but she feels ready to slip off back to sleep anyhow. Her tail splashes listlessly at the water.]

The man who came. Eh... When everything was being destroyed. Talked to him. Made a deal, so, he gave me a scale, like one lost. Said I was one of his people, more so than before. [A pleased hum.] I do not mind.

Like him.