Willow

She smelled something cooking.  Something fatty... like.. bacon.  Images of bacon, eggs, toast, and her aunt's delicate, celadon teacups holding steaming, fragrant green tea flickered across her mind. She shifted, stretched a bit and then flinched as something hurt. Why did she hurt so much? It's not like her aunt's beds were lumpy or... 

Something snapped, then crashed and she startled the rest of the way awake. The creature was still there.. but now sitting in front of the fire, holding a piece of meat, and looking up into the air.  Willow looked up, too... and her bright blue eyes widened. There was a rather ragged half-elven man, hanging by one arm from a tree on the other side of the fire. A bloodstained bandage was tied around one thigh, and he looked rather like she felt... stunned and hurt.

Unsure if moving was such a grand idea, she struggled to sit up and groaned, stiff, and pain shot down her arm from her shoulder. The half-ogre? glanced at her for a second before looking back at the man, and it? he? she? reached over to grab him.  Willow flung out a hand--"No!" She didn't know who was more surprised, the half-elf or the ogre-thing-- they both stared at her, and she swallowed nervously. "Ah... don't hurt him.  Help him down." Willow repeated the phrase in orcish (at least she thought-hoped! that's what she said), and to her own surprise the large one sighed heavily, put down her meat and reached up to pluck the man from the blade he had stuck in the tree trunk and dropped him in a careless pile on the ground by the fire.  Pulling the meat back with a soundless growl of possession with one hand, the creature pulled out a large hammer-like weapon from a pack with the other and pointedly set it down in plain view of them both. 

Willow nodded as if she thought everything was just fine, and looked at the newcomer. Pushing tangled black curls back from her face, she looked over at the man. She tugged her own torn, bloodied tunic, trying to give herself time to think, but her brain was still sluggish.  Finally she gave up, and blurted the words out.  "I have no idea why you're here, or who you are. I'm not even sure how I'm alive, or who... what that is.  But..." she paused, and smiled ruefully, "My name is Willow. And I hope you speak Common... because my orcish is really not that good."