Rumpelstiltskin stood on the windowsill listening for a desperate soul. He heard the cries of orphaned children, weak little boys, and the average cinder girls looking for a better life. And then he heard something, someone he could not ignore. And with the voices of passed Dark Ones ringing in his ears he ran to the aid of Salwa.

Salwa had been walking home from a long day at the market. She argued with the healer, baker, butcher, and of course the bookseller over the day her family's loans would be payed. She thought she would surprise her father by getting home slightly earlier by taking a short cut through the woods. But once she got to the woods some men jumped her. They wanted the money her father owed them. She could not give it so they did the next best thing. They started beating her. In no time at all Salwa was covered in blood and even had some broken bones.

Rumpelstiltskin could not block out the thoughts of Dark ones passed as he ran to save a desperate women. "What makes you think you can save her?" "Who is she to you?" "She is not Belle don't open your self up to hurt again." And with that last thought in his head he landed between Salwa and her oppressors. And he said, "I am Rumpelstiltskin and I am here to make a deal with the young lady." The men trembled before Rumpelstiltskin's power and ran off but not before looking at the broken body of Salwa.

"You've done what you came to do, they let her alone, now you should too." "She means nothing to you and you should keep it that way." "Just walk away Rumpelstiltskin."

But he could not condone the wishes of the passed Dark One's and bent down to Salwa and whispered "You are safe now dearie." Rumpelstiltskin gently picked up her limp body and started walking back to his castle where he could protect her. "Unlike you could save Belle." And with that thought he opened a portal to his castle. "The girl will be fine, you'll see Zoso, you all will see." And with a step into nothingness they landed in the dungeons of his Dark Castle.

Rumpelstiltskin knew what he wanted to do but that was far different then what was needed. He needed to fix Salwa. Her bones needed attention; her skin needed pampering, and her tummy needed filling. So he walked away from the dungeons and up to the guest rooms. "Shall we put her in Baelfire's room?" Mumbling to the past dark ones "That's a bit low…don't you think dearies". But he listened and took precious Salwa up to Bae's old room and laid her on the bed with a whimper of pain escaping from her lips. Once he was satisfied that she was safe he ran off to the highest tower of his castle.

"If you're going though with this at least let us help." "You'll need some unicorn blood, dew of the moon, dittany, powder of the octopus, and of course some broth."

"Would you all be quiet?" With that he grabbed what they had told him and ran back to Salwa. In the room he pored the unicorn blood into her dear veins and rubbed each and every bump and bruise with the moondew. Salwa fell into a dreamless sleep. And Rumpelstiltskin went to the kitchens to see if there was any food to be found. But before he left he leaned down next to her and whispered, "You really must be more careful, dearie."