Salele

You awaken with a groan, staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. You focus, trying to remember how you even got here. You were researching these ancient ruins, deep in the jungle. You made slow going of it, freeing them from the overgrown vegetation, mapping their layout, moving your camp deeper in, then repeat. But you got careless. One misstep, a crumbling section of floor, and you found yourself plummeting down mossy rocks, through snapping vines, and hitting your head at least once, going by the dull ache in your skull. And now you're here, lying on what feels like a thick bedding of moss, vines, and animal skins, with sunlight filtering in through the doorway, partially obscured by a curtain of vines. You sit up, taking in your surroundings - a small room, evidently deeper in the very ruins you were researching. The room is cluttered but clean, one corner dominated by the large bed you're in, the walls covered with crude racks on which herbs, hides, and roots are hung to dry. Meat, vegetables, fish, and other rations are suspended in nets from the ceiling, out of reach of insects. Despite its utilitarian nature, the room is comfortable and feels homely. Clearly someone has been living here for a very long time.

The answer of who that someone might be is answered by the large shadow darkening the entrance as the curtain of vines is pulled aside. A woman, massive in every way, tall, heavily muscled, a mane of black hair spilling down her back - and utterly naked, as you can't help but notice - with her skin covered in numerous faded scars. "You wake," she says simply, surprisingly in your language, even if the words feel unsure and clunky coming from her lips. "Good. Head good?" She steps closer, seemingly unbothered by her nudity, and bends down, inspecting your head with surprising gentleness. With a satisfied grunt she sits back up. "Head good. Now you can give me child."