Third Person's POV
As Aragorn pulled her from the icy water, she could feel herself becoming whole once again. The man before her was soon swallowed up by a bright white light and his land left her. The chill left her body and she closed her eyes, basking in the warmth around her.
Her body took its first breath with a renewed life.
She could feel the bed around her. She could feel the warm blanket that covered her body. As she came around, her left hand flexed and grasped the velvet blanket in her fingers with what little strength she had.
Checking to see if the rest of her body was in working order, she slowly moved her toes. She shifted her knees slightly but when she moved her leg, pain radiated up through the limb.
Haulting in her movements, she laid still once more, waiting for the pain to disappear.
Also flexing her right hand, she found that something warm lay in the palm and something else lay closed over the top of it. After lying still for a moment, she decided to try and open her eyes to see exactly what it was.
Drawing her lashes back, her hazel eyes fluttered open. The light burned at first but it soon dulled to a light creme color. The ceiling of the place where she was staying seemed to move gently in the breeze as it blew through the camp.
As she lay staring up at the ceiling, she could hear the sound of voices outside. However, it wasn't the only noise. Horses neighing, hooves clomping across the ground, fires crackling, a river running, and birds chirping also filled her ears with their sweet noises.
Turning her head slightly, she focused on the source of warmth around her hand and she couldn't help the weak smile that crossed her lips. With affection in her eyes, she only lay back against the soft pillow for a few moments, taking in the peaceful features of the man asleep at her bedside.
His blue eyes were hidden away from her as he dreamed peacefully. His jaw was covered in stubble, as it always had been. However, it appeared thicker than she remembered it, a sign showing that he had been kept busy for the last few days.
His lips were parted slightly as he breathed in sleep and his hair was a dark mess around his shoulders. She wanted to so badly reach out and brush the dark locks from his face, to get a better look at him.
Just wanting to touch him, her fingers twitched.
Deciding that she might as well, she reached outward with her left hand. Her fingers gently brushed his cheek, the stubble scratching at her fingertips.
As if her touch were some type of magic, Aragorn made a small noise of awareness before inhaling deeply. Leaning into her touch, his eyes began to flutter, as if he was not expecting to wake so suddenly.
She begged and pleaded in her mind for him to only open his eyes. She wanted to see the blue depths that lingered behind his eyelids. She only wished to gaze into them once more and she could die a happy woman.
Removing one of his hands from her grip, Aragorn brought it up to hold her ever warming hand against his cheek. Life was returning to her and with her warmth, it brought hope. Using his own hand, he splayed her fingers across the soft skin, a small smile also lingered on his lips as if he believed that he were dreaming.
But not for anything, it appeared as though he wouldn't open his eyes. He did not want this fantasy, this dream, to end.
Bringing her hand down from his cheek, he gently balled it into a fist and pressed his once rugged lips against the knuckles as a warm display of affection. Her once cold hand burned where his lips had lingered.
With every touch, he was bringing life back into her.
"Aragorn..." She tried but it came out in a pathetic squeak. Clearing her throat, she wanted to make it stronger so she could get his attention. "Aragorn..."
Upon hearing his name spoken from her lips, his blue eyes opened. She almost let a laugh escape her throat but it was bone dry so she could only smile at him. The blue pools scanned her face, searching to see that she was truly alive.
"Quwen..." He breathed back, his hands leaving her own so it could come to rest on her rosy cheeks. Craddling her face in his calloused hands, she slowly closed her eyes. His thumbs gently stroked at the flawless skin of her face, his blue eyes never straying from her face. He couldn't help the childish grin that drew back his lips as he gazed at her awoken form.
"You act so surprised to see me!" She replied back weakly, her throat still scratchy from the lack of water. Beginning to cough, she only smiled back at Aragorn who looked as if she were about to perish before him again.
"Do not try to speak..." He warned quietly but she shook her head as she brought her hand to her lips to cover the cough.
"I am only thirsty!" She rasped and he looked very relieved to hear that she would be fine. He rose from her beside momentarily as he poured a fresh cup of cool water from a tall, silver pitcher.
Returning to her side once more, he placed the cup behind her on the table at her head. Grabbing another pillow from the same table, he helped her to sit up and he placed the second cushion behind her.
She groaned slightly as the pain flared up from the wound on her chest. Hissing slightly, she pulled back the dirty cloth that still lay about her shoulders. Peering down at the bandage, she frowned.
The wrappings seemed to wrap all the way around her upper body, ducking underneath her armpits before wrapping around her back again and again.
There was relief when she found the bandages to be clear of blood, only assuming that the wound had stopped leaking the liquid. Aragorn could only chuckle slightly at her actions before he held the cup out in front of her.
Using both her hands, she did not trust her arms to hold up the weight of the beautiful silver cup. Raising it to her lips, she slowly drank the deliciously clean water and it soothed her dry throat.
"Much better..." She mused before finishing the last of the cup. Holding it out to him again, Aragorn raised an eyebrow before taking the cup and standing to refill it. Once he had placed it back in her hands, he only had to wait moments before it was empty again.
"I might as well bring the pitcher over!" He teased lightly as he got up for the third time. Quwen could only weakly brush her hands through her tangled hair. It felt dirty and slimy, tangles were in great number. It would take her hours to get them all out.
As he had teased, Aragorn brought the silver pitcher back with him. Sitting down on the chair beside her bed, he refilled her cup. However, when he held it out to her, she reached passed it and took the pitcher right from his other hand.
Chuckling slightly, he watched her as she drank the liquid quickly, her thirst overcoming her. Pausing in her drinking, she looked up at him.
"How long have I been sleeping? I feel as though I have been sleeping for a week!"
"You're a little short when it comes to your estimation..." He leaned back in the chair but his blue eyes were trained once more on the blonde woman. Choking on the water, she lowered the pitcher.
"More than a week?" Her voice raised an octave out of disbelief. Aragorn nodded slowly before rubbing his hands together.
"More or less. You were missing four days after Barad-dûr collapsed..."
"I had been asleep for four days before I was even found?" He nodded before her head slowly swiveled to the side to look around her. "Where exactly are we?" She asked again before taking another drink.
"Right now, we are in a camp just north of Osgiliath. We believe that Del brought you up from Minas Morgul..." She sat up when the horse was mentioned.
"Minas Morgul? That is at least three hundred miles away! Where is he? Where is Del?..." She swung her leg over the bed, prepared to go visit her horse outside. However, when she stood up, her thigh wound burned and she hissed in pain.
Dropping back onto the bed, she whimpered in pain.
Aragorn gently pushed her back down before picking her leg up and gently placing it back down again. He had it gently propped on a pillow. His hand slowly trailed down her smooth leg before it lingered on her bare foot for a moment, watching as her face relaxed once the limb was settled. The woman was panting slightly as she tried to relax.
"Where is... Where is Del? He was... so thin when he found me..." She panted in a worried tone as she laid back on the soft pillows. Gently smoothing the hair from her face, Aragorn sat down beside her again.
"He is fine, Quwen... Éomer has been taking good care of him..." He reassured her and she smiled slightly at the hope he placed inside her chest. She just wished that her loyal companion was still safe.
"Éomer... Where is he?"
"He has been patiently waiting for you to awaken... as is Boromir and... everyone else..." He seemed a bit disappointed when telling her, as if he knew that they were all wishing she would awaken soon.
Quwen also felt a bit of frustration flow through her. She had only just gotten Aragorn back and now she would have to bide her time with the others as well.
"Toran? Is he alright?"
"Yes, he was able to defeat his brother in an attempt to rescue you. He did come out with a few scars but I think he'll be fine knowing that his charge is safe..."
"Do you like him?" She asked quietly, wondering how the two of them got along.
"For a dragon?" She smiled slightly at his words as he scratched his chin in mock thinking. She weakly swatted at him and he couldn't help but chuckle at her antics. "Yes, I suppose he's alright..."
"And... Théoden?" Aragorn's face was bit downtrodden at the mention of the King of Rohan.
"He died in battle when he faced the Witch-king. Snowmane had collapsed atop of him when the horse was scared by his Fell Beast..."
"Éomer is King now?"
"He is to be crowned after they return to Rohan. His coronation should take place a few months ahead of mine..."
"So you are accepting the throne?" She felt pride begin to swell in her chest. She had instilled the confidence in Aragorn to claim his rightful title as the King of Gondor. However, the Ranger did not get a chance to answer.
"Aragorn! How is..." The Horse Lord did not get a chance to finish his sentence as he barged into the tent, noticing the woman sitting up in bed.
"Hello, brother..." She replied in a rather teasing tone. He could easily see the thick mirth in her hazel pools and he felt a smirk pull up at his own lips. Striding over to her bed, he shot an odd look towards the pitcher in her hands before sitting down.
"You decided to join the land of the living then?" He grabbed her foot that was poking out from underneath the blanket. He shook it slightly and she frowned before pulling her foot away.
"I couldn't really leave you merry band of roughians to fend for yourself now could I?" She teased right back. Aragorn merely smiled at the bickering between the two of them. The Horse Lord was correct that in saying that the two of them acted like children when around the other. Éomer chuckled at her words and gazed back at her with the same hazel eyes.
"No... We would be a bit lost without you to guide us..." Aragorn insisted and the Horse Lord nodded with his words.
"And the hobbits are here?" Quwen asked out of the blue. Both men shared a look before looking back to her and nodding. It was common knowledge that Frodo and Sam had been rescued from the exploding mountain. However, the woman had been unconscious when the news had arrived.
"Can I see them?" She asked after a moment of hesitance. She dearly missed Pippin who had left with Boromir and Gandalf after the feast. But upon bringing up Pippin, Boromir swarmed her mind.
Her dreams came flooding back to her and she flinched.
Both men noticed her sudden jolt of pain and worry crossed Aragorn's blue eyes. Gently pushing her back down onto the bed, he was sending her a silent warning that she would need to rest again soon.
"You can see them tomorrow... First, you must rest..." He warned her again and her hazel eyes locked with his blue ones. She feared that once she went back to sleep, there would be no awakening like the nights before.
Hearing her stomach rumble loudly, both men froze and looked at her.
"Can I eat before sleeping? I'm a bit famished! I can't remember the last time I had something in my stomach..." She lightly placed her hand on her abdomen and the men before her chuckled.
Moving to the table across the way, Aragorn brought over a tray of food. Just at the sight of the wonderfully golden bread and glorious meat, Quwen about stood up from the bed and walked across the room so she could have the food immediately.
However, she waited patiently and he placed the food before her. Taking the fork that was on the tray, Quwen ripped apart a small loaf of bread and forked the cooked meat onto it.
Nearly shoving the whole bit of food into her mouth, both men only chuckled yet she paid them no mind. Continuing to eat until the whole tray was empty, she finally sighed in contentment before leaning back against her pillows. Taking the tray and pitcher away from her, Aragorn helped her to settle once more in the bed.
"You can rest easy now knowing that Del is safe. If it wasn't for the loyalty of your valiant steed, I don't think you would have ever made it back to us. The bond between the two of you is the strongest I have ever seen..." Quwen could only smile at his kind words. "When you are well, we shall go visit him together..." He promised.
"I'm glad you are the one taking care of him..." She reached out and grasped his strong hand. He could only smile down at the one who he deemed as his second sister. Raising from the soft mattress, Éomer bent down and kissed her forehead.
Leaving the tent, he bade them goodnight and that he would bring their other friends to visit her as well in the morning.
Pulling the blankets up around her ever tiring form, Aragorn helped her to settle on the bed. Her eye lids grew heavy with every passing moment and as if Aragorn had somehow drugged her, she felt the pain in her limbs begin to fade.
Said man sat back down on the chair beside her bed.
"Aragorn, what did you do for all the days that I was unconscious...?" She sunk down into the soft mattress, preparing for sleep.
"It does not matter... Rest now..." He murmured down to her, his blue eyes gazing down at her face in contentment. He had a small smile on his lips as he watched her grow closer to sleep.
"I don't want to sleep!" She weakly protested, however her next words would still his soft movements against her skin. "What if I never wake?" The stroking of his thumb upon her forehead only stopped momentarily before he continued.
"The darkness is passed. You need not worry..." Looking up into his bright blue eyes, she found that the certainty in his eyes reassured her greatly when it came to the worry of never awakening from an endless sleep.
"I promise that I will be here when you wake up. Rest, Breeze..." He gently commanded. She complied with his words as he sat back on the chair. Closing her hazel eyes, she was so close to letting sleep claim her. Just as she was about to drift off into the warmth of a promised awakening, she heard the rustling of clothing.
Opening her eyes immediately, she felt herself turn from the sleepiness and walk back towards the light. Aragorn had moved for the doorway, leaving her alone in the tent.
"Aragorn, wait!" He paused just as he was about to step outside. He turned his head and glanced at her through the dark curtain that hung over his face. Slowly walking back inside the tent, he figured that she would need something before she finally succumbed to sleep.
"What is it?" He asked quietly, leaning over her slightly. She had sat up once again and he gently pushed her back down, pulling her hair over her shoulder so that it was smoothed down.
She was unsure of why she had called him back.
"I just... I wanted to say that..." She actually did not know what to say. The feelings that were running through her mind were confusing. Glancing up at Aragorn, she only saw him watching her intently, waiting patiently for an answer. "Thank you, for taking care of me this whole time... You are a true friend..."
"Sleep now. A new day awaits you when the sun rises..." She could feel the sleep beginning to tug on the back of her mind once more, as if Aragorn had cast a spell on her or some other trickery.
"I know you drugged me..." She mumbled before shutting her eyes. The King only chuckled at her antics before reaching out and grasping her hand.
Lying back down on the bed, Aragorn tucked the blankets tightly around her and waited until she was completely lost to the blackness of sleep, a small smile on her lips. Rising once more, he made to patrol camp and spread the news that Quwen was indeed going to live which would cause many to rejoice.
"When do you think she'll wake up?"
"I don't know."
"Do you think it will be soon?"
"I don't know!"
"I hope she does. How long has she been asleep?"
"Pip, I don't know!" Merry growled and the duos conversation roused Quwen from her once peaceful sleep. However, her eyes remained closed as she listened to the two of them converse just outside.
"Alright! You don't have to yell at me!"
"No, but apparently I have to repeat myself one thousand times before you get it!"
"Lads! Stop your jabbering lest you wake the lass!" Quwen also smiled slightly at the familiar voice of her dwarf companion. Minutes passed as the dwarf continued to growl at them and Quwen retained a laugh at hearing all his grumbling. However, the soft voice that spoke next reassured her that they were not alone.
"Gimli, are you sure you aren't a woman? You're doing more nagging than any normal mother would!" Legolas teased and she could hear the smirk in his voice. Noticing for the first time that her hand was enveloped in something once more, she cracked her eyes open. Just as he had promised, Aragorn was asleep at her side once again, his hands closed around her own.
Sitting up slightly, she let out a small hiss of pain when fire radiated out from the cut on her chest. However, it did not deter her when she leaned forward and kissed Aragorn's cheek. Feeling the contact, the King opened his eyes and raised his head up.
Sleep still riddled his thoughts and she could only smile at the lazy grin he was giving her. He had kept his promise that he would be there when she woke up.
"You kept your promise..." She murmured, a slight smile on her lips. He could only stare back at her.
"I would never break a promise to you..." His voice was low as he gently rubbed her hand in his own pair, the calloused fingers lightly tracing over the small cuts on her skin. "Would you like something to eat?"
She sat up straighter on the bed when he mentioned food. Chuckling to himself, he didn't even wait for her answer before he had a plate teeming with food on her lap.
Digging into the fluffy eggs and toast, Quwen's stomach felt full once more. Expanding to its capacity, she had to stop eating her third plate of food. Aragorn even advised her that it would be best if she stopped, for it would be terrible if her stomach ruptured. She would undoubtedly die then.
The color had returned to her cheeks and her hazel eyes bloomed with mirth as she chewed happily. She only placed the last bit of food back down on the plate, happy now that her stomach was full.
Aragorn ate the third plate that she was supposed to have. Not wanting the food to go to waste, he ate her final plate without a second word.
"Can they see me now?" She asked suddenly, causing the King to look up from his morning, closer to afternoon, meal. He took a long drink of water from his cup before setting it down and nodding to her.
Standing up, he placed the food off to the side before heading towards the tent flaps. Stepping outside momentarily, the flaps closed behind him and the merry chattering seemed to halt all at once. Listening intently, Quwen could hear his soft mumming as he told them not to pressure her with too many questions about what had happened.
There was silence as Aragorn stepped back into the tent and let the warm breeze drift in through the opening. There was also an uncanny silence before the two small mortals burst into the tent. Their wild and curly hair bounced around as they ran towards the woman.
Both of them slammed into her right side, careful to not hurt the other side of her wounded chest. Enveloping her in a hug, she returned the warm gesture with a laugh as she held the two hobbits to her.
"Quwen! We were so worried about you!" Pippin cheered once they finally pulled back. The woman couldn't help the wide smile on her face as she looked at the two of them, both their faces mirroring her own.
"Actually, I wasn't worried one bit. I know that you're tough as nails! Pip here, on the other hand, couldn't stop worrying!" Merry teased slightly and for the first time, she noticed the hobbits were slightly bruised and scratched.
"I thank you for your support of my strength, Master hobbit..." She was just going to make another smart remark when three others entered the tent. Beaming up at them, the hobbits continued to chatter on endlessly to one another.
"The lass lives!" Gimli cried as he stomped over to her in his boots. He had a merry smile on his face as he gently patted her on the back. Boromir and Legolas both stood back a short distance, large smiles on their faces as well. She cast a slightly weary look towards Boromir's direction but it was quickly depleted as he chuckled at the hobbits as they swarmed her.
The two smaller people of the group continued to bombard her with questions and Quwen looked up once again, seeing that Gandalf had also entered the King's tent. He stood near the back with Aragorn, chuckling alongside the Ranger.
"How did you escape the tower? We watched it go crashing to the ground!" Merry whacked his friend on the arm, sending him a harsh look. The younger hobbit only frowned and rubbed his sore appendage. "What?!"
"Aragorn said not to ask her about it!" Raising an eyebrow, she looked to the dark haired man in the corner. He only shrugged his shoulders innocently and Quwen gave him a pointed, yet amused, look before turning back to her companions.
"I won't mind talking about it..." She told them quietly, glancing back at Aragorn briefly. "In fact, I can hardly remember a thing..."
"What do you remember?"
"I remember..." She closed her eyes as she tried to bring the memories back to the surface. "I remember... the darkness and... the cold..." They all watched as her forehead creased as she tried extremely hard to recall what the tower was like.
"There were orcs and... He was there..." Gandalf had stepped forward towards the girl as if he could feel the dark energy radiating off her, dispelling off her person as she brought up the dark memories.
"Who was there?" She didn't answer and Gandalf stepped forward. Kneeling down to her level, he grasped her hands in concern. "Quwen, who was there?"
"S-Sauron..." The dark name left her lips and everyone in the tent grew silent. Releasing a deep breath, she relaxed a bit as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
"He spoke to you?" The wizard questioned, his blue eyes trained on her form. She could only nod before opening her eyes to stare the wizard straight in the face.
"He said..." She was about to continue but she glanced in Aragorn's direction. The wizard caught the change in her gaze and nodded in understanding. The wizard stood and faced the rest of the Fellowship.
"If you would all leave us..." He inclined his head for everyone to leave. Aragorn remained for a moment, expecting that he was to hear what she had to say. However, Gandalf sent the King a look that told him he was to leave as well.
Once the tent was once again emptied, Quwen looked up from where she had been staring at her hands in her lap.
"What did he say?" The wizard inquired as he began to pace about the room. Quwen took another deep and calming breath before she focused her hazel eyes on the man clothed in white.
"He knew about the relationship I had with Aragorn..." He nodded at her words. "He said that if I died, Aragorn would crumble and Gondor would fall..." Gandalf stopped his pacing to look at her.
"I told him that he was wrong..." She murmered and Gandalf raised his eyes to look at her somber face. She glanced up too, her hazel eyes filled with a strange softness.
"You were correct in your assumptions. Aragorn is a strong willed man. However..." He looked up to the blonde woman, a slight smile on his lips as he met her hazel eyes. "Behind every strong man is an even stronger woman..."
"When I first met you, I knew that you, Quwen, Lady of the North would be great. Upon our first meeting in the woods, I knew that you were destined for something greater than you could have ever imagined..."
"Thank you for always having faith in me, Gandalf..." The older man sat down on the edge of her cot and held her soft hand.
"It has been the greatest pleasure I have ever know, my dear!" He beamed down at her, the woman returning the smile. It was only another moment of shared silence before the older man once again walked outside the tent.
The Fellowship returned after he had left and once again indulged her in conversation. As Aragorn stood off to the side again, he watched as the woman's eyes lit up as her friends continued to entertain her.
Éomer had visited her later in the day as well. The rest of her friends had stayed for the rest of the day. It seemed as though they would not leave the woman alone, especially with her thoughts.
They had all ate in the tent as well, much laughter occurring and drifting around the camp that many people heard. There was much teasing and joking about Quwen's luck about how she escaped the tower. It was seemingly impossible how she had escaped the clutches of the now passed Dark Lord.
As the day progressed and night neared, Quwen felt the exhaustion begin to seep back into her system. Her eyes began to grow heavy yet her adopted family just continued to laugh merrily and chatter on endlessly. They all told their separate tales of their battle experiences.
However, only two of them noticed when her eyes drifted shut. Her head lay in her hand yet her hazel eyes were closed as she slept.
"I believe that only six of the seven members of the present Fellowship are still among us..." Legolas said quietly enough not to wake her yet loud enough that everyone would hear him.
The all shared a look of confusion for a moment before he nodded to Quwen's sleeping form. Without another word, the remaining members of the Fellowship began to file out of the tent. Aragorn bade them all goodnight however Boromir stayed behind for a moment.
"She seems to be dealing well with it. For being so close to death, she sure seems to be embracing life now..." They both looked at her now laid down form. She hadn't awoken since they had moved her. Her hair was splayed around her head, looking like a golden halo. All the worry was gone from her face as she rested peacefully.
"I think that we have all helped her keep the memories away. I'm just worried that it will come back to haunt her later..." Aragorn voiced his concerns as he began to lead Boromir away.
"Any news about Faramir?" The King changed the subject to the Steward's younger brother. He bobbed his head in reply.
"He sent me a messenger explaining that repairs are already beginning in the city. Also, he is faring better since you treated him. Say, was Quwen effected by the same thing that he was?" It was Aragorn's turn to nod his head.
"This is the most occurences of Black Breath that I have ever dealt with..."
"Well, hopefully it will be the last!"
"Indeed..." The two men grew silent as they strode about the camp. The men still continued to celebrate their new freedom, however less vigorously than the first few days. One could only celebrate for so long.
Breathing in the fresh night air, Aragorn's careful eyes gazed around his camp.
"Do you think that they will get along?" He looked at the Steward with a questioning glance. "Quwen and Faramir?" The King thought the question over for a moment. He played with the charm around his neck in thought.
"If he's just as charming as you are, I'm sure that she'll love him!" Both men chuckled before Boromir bumped shoulders with the King playfully.
"Quwen is a soft hearted woman. Sometimes I think that she loves too easily..." A bit of bitterness was in the Steward's voice but Aragorn did not catch it as he was still focused on the thoughts of Quwen meeting the younger Gondorian.
"Sometimes that is not a weakness in a person. It is what makes them unbelievably strong. A tree only grows stronger when its nurtured with love..."
"Well, I'm sure Quwen would love to nurture you!" Boromir teased, the bitterness gone from his voice. Aragorn only laughed at the Steward's teasing. "Believe me, her feelings for you are not so hidden, my lord!" He clapped the man on his shoulder as he beamed.
"Oh, please. I'm sure Quwen no longer loves me..."
"And why is that?" The King looked at the Steward, his jaw clenched as he wondered if he should reveal exactly what happened between him and the woman.
"Before I left to retrieve the Army of the Dead, I told her that I didn't love her..."
"Why would you do that?" Boromir asked, slightly wondering if Quwen really did not love the King of Gondor after all. This may be Boromir's second chance with the woman who he still loved.
"We weren't supposed to make it out from underneath the mountain. I didn't want her to have to die and leave her to that terrible fate... She did not desrve to die like that..."
"So she stayed behind?"
"No..." Boromir looked over at the man with a raised eyebrow. "She went and found the dragons!" The both shared amused smiles, knowing that Quwen would do the impossible.
"Who would have ever believed that they weren't just legend?" He smiled slightly at the Steward. Boromir only smirked before shaking his head, his reddish brown hair tossing about.
"She is an amazing woman..." He began but Aragorn picked up from where the Steward had left off. "And she is a woman I would like to make Queen one day..." Boromir stopped walking and looked at the man, bewilderment on his face.
"She is not of noble birth..." Boromir tried in vain.
"When I am King, that will not matter..." Aragorn said as he continued to walk away from the man, determination smoldering in his blue eyes as he ventured back to the tent to change her dressings before he himself would sleep soundly for the first time in days.
Knowing that he would see her again in the morning, his dreams would be peaceful and serene.
Pumped another chapter out! Woo hoo!
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