A month is a long time to be stuck in a tree trunk.
Camicazi had run out of songs to sing a while ago, but hadn't given up hope and sung made-up songs until her voice became so horse that she couldn't sing anymore without the risk that she would loose her voice.
So, she had been curled in a tree trunk with someone somehow getting her food at what seemed to her random times of the week.
That week, when no one came to give her food, she started giving up completely.
Without food, she was weaker than before, and that was probably what her captures wanted her to be.
Camkicazi didn't expect light to start pouring into the trunk of that tree, but when it did, she would have jumped for joy if her legs, which hadn't been used for at least a month, hadn't been working.
Gentle arms picked her up, and she heard a familiar voice say softly,
"We found you. You're safe, now."
She was brought to what must have been a boat, and set down somewhere.
She opened her eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of someone talking to another person.
Camicazi smiled slightly in her sleep.
Hiccup.