Strife smiled and rested his eyes, folding both arms behind his head. It wasn't long before he too was asleep.<br/><br/><br/>The young oriental woman stirred once, twice, before her eyelids fluttered open. Ruka, who had just recently been broken down inside a naga's stomach, was fully regenerated. Her smooth skin was as white as ever, her black her just as silky. She had no recollection of what had happened. With a soft grunt, she sat up and looked around. She was lying at the foot of a hill abundant with flowers. Ruka cocked her head and began to ascend it out of curiosity, her bare feet making a soft thrushing sound as each one went through the grass.