Feldt B. N. Seiei
As darkness began to close over her vision, the young Demon noticed something: a slight movement as something blocked out the light of the moon above her. At first, she thought it had just been the wind blowing about one of the tarps that concealed her, but it moved back into her view and stayed there, unaffected by the whipping winds that scattered across the rooftop, and despite the sound of rushing air all around her, Feldt was sure she could hear the quiet sounds of another person breathing. Slowly but surely, the realization crept into her tired mind: someone had found her.
Whoever it was who knelt over her where she lay did not so much as move nor speak, which, combined with the fact that she felt none of the pains caused by hunger like her own from him - the size of his silhouette, seen through her almost closed eyes, told her his probable gender - told her that this was likely a fairly reputable sort of person - one of the denizens of the apartment, perhaps - which meant she likely had little to fear from him. Slowly, tentatively, she opened her eyes, and began to size him up. It took him a few moments, but he soon noticed that he was not the only one examining the strange new arrival before him. After a few seconds of awkward staring in silence, he spoke up, asking a very simple - and likely rhetorical - question.
"Yes," Feldt replied quietly, her voice sounding rather dull and calm, although if this was caused by the haze of fatigue clouding her mind or by her own stoicism was anyone's guess. "I apologize," She continued simply, her quiet, passive voice almost carried away by the winds rising into the night. "I seem to have bothered you. If my sleeping here is a problem, I could move elsewhere."