World Refugees Final Mix

At first, it didn't seem she would respond at all. Then, belatedly, she stirred, eyelids fluttering, but not quite opening. The faint moan that escaped her lips seemed meaningless unless one listened very closely, and knew what to listen for. Three syllables, a name that sounded like a breath of air, beginning with "oh" and ending with a soft hiss. But this was spoken in the slurred manner of a sleeptalker, and Song stilled once the name was off her lips.