Why
He's roused awake by the sound of firewood crackling.
The scent of smoke brings him comfort.
He groans as he makes the motion to sit up, winces at the expectation of being in pain but finds that there is none and his eyes widen at the realization, his hand immediately going to where he'd been hurt. There was no blood… no wound. He furrows his brows in confusion. Was it just another dream?
"I'm so relieved to see you're finally awake." A voice calls to him gently, nervously, his head snapping towards the direction from which the voice came. He frowns at the woman.
"You healed my wound." It wasn't a question but a statement. A known fact.
It wasn't a dream.
An affirmative nod. "Yes."
"Why?"
She chews on her bottom lip. Hesitates. Looks at the ground in uncertainty before returning her gaze to him.
Why?
"Because it looked like you were in pain."
