Lunara entered the temple to find Danica and the acolytes rushing about trying to tend to a wounded soldier. She tossed her satchel on the bench closest to the door and went to see if she could help. "I'm here, Priestess," she said to Danica. "What can I do to help?" Danica looked up at Lunara as a brief look of shock passed over her face. "Come hold these bandages while I try to heal him," she said. Lunara did as she was instructed, and soft yellow tendrils of light surrounded the soldier as his wounds slowly stitched closed. Lunara wondered why her light had been the color of moonbeams. She decided she would ask Danica about it when they got a chance to talk. The soldier had stopped bleeding now and Lunara removed the bandages she'd been holding. She began picking up the other used bandages and rags that needed to be washed and tossed them in a bucket at the end of the table. She grabbed the bucket by the handle and went to retrieve her discarded satchel, adding Vilkas's bandages to the bucket as well. The other acolytes busied themselves mopping up the mess on the floor. Lunara headed for the kitchen area and put water on to boil. Cleaning these rags was going to take awhile and she wanted to get back to Jorrvaskr soon.

Danica watched Lunara's movements, sensing something had shifted in the girl. When Lunara headed for the kitchen, Danica followed. As Lunara was moving about the kitchens setting up kettles of water, Danica asked, "Where have you been? The acolytes said you didn't come back last night. I was worried you'd gotten yourself into trouble again."

Lunara shook her head. "I'm sorry, Priestess, but there was no one else here when Farkas came for you and there wasn't time to send word to you."

"Farkas came for me?" she asked. "What happened?"

"Farkas came by earlier in the day, apparently Vilkas hadn't been back to Jorrvaskr in a few days and he figured he'd find him here. When he didn't, he went looking for him and found him badly injured. He took him back to Jorrvaskr where they gave him healing potions but they weren't working so Farkas came for you, but I was here so I went instead. Turns out the reason the potions weren't working was because he still had a bit of a poisoned dagger stuck in the wound. I managed to get it out and then he started bleeding so much. I had no idea what else to do and suddenly he was surrounded in this light, like your healing spell, only it was the color of moonbeams, and the bleeding stopped and the wound closed. He's still unconscious, but I think he'll be ok. At least I hope he will," she was rambling now, focused on the bubbles that were starting to form in the kettle. She used the poker to pull the kettle out of the fire and set it down on the hearth. She dropped the dirty rags and bandages into it and stirred it with a large wooden stick.

"You-you healed him? With your magic?" Danica was both amazed and confused. She could hardly believe her ears. It was only a couple of days before Lunara had finally managed to heal someone other than herself. Odder still was the fact that the spell color had not been the soft yellow of restoration spells. Danica tried to remember what color Lunara's self healing spells had been, but she didn't think she'd ever seen any color. Peculiar indeed.

Lunara smiled. "I did," she said as she lifted a rag out of the steaming kettle, setting it on the table. Using a bar of lavender soap and a horse hair brush, she went to work on cleaning the stains from the rag. Danica followed suit and sat down beside her to start cleaning her own rag. They worked in silence for a few minutes and then Danica asked, "Have any of your healing spells ever been that color?"

Lunara thought for a moment and then replied, "I don't think they've ever had a color, really. There's nothing when I heal myself, the wound just sort of closes. It's the damnedest fucking thing really." She clapped her hands to her mouth when she realized what she'd said and looked at Danica wide-eyed. The priestess just smiled back at her. "Divines forgive you, child, but you do have a mouth. I don't think I've met a priest or priestess who swears like you do."

"Sorry," Lunara mumbled, concentrating on a particularly stubborn stain to avoid looking at Danica.

Danica laughed and then asked, "Will you tell me what happened? How were you able to heal him?" Lunara told her the story, leaving nothing out except the lycanthropy part of the story, as she promised Kodlak. "You said you had a flashback from a dream and then the energy started flowing? What dream was this?" She asked.

"Yes," Lunara answered. "I had a dream, or at least I think it was a dream when I was poisoned that Solara came to see me. She told me that I would make many allies fulfilling my destiny, some who would save my life and others I would save. There was more to it, but that's the part that came to mind before it happened."

"That may not have been a dream, child," Danica said. "You were dangerously close to death during that time."

"What do you mean? Are you saying that actually happened? I really saw my sister?" Lunara said, incredulous. "There's no way."

"As humans, we are not privy to the inner workings of Aetherius and the Divines," Danica replied, shrugging. "There are powers at work we can't even begin to understand."

That's not cryptic at all, Lunara thought, turning her attention back to the task at hand.

Several minutes passed in silence, then Danica spoke again. "I'll finish up here, why don't you go back to Jorrvaskr and check on your patient?"

Lunara said, "it's ok, I feel like I need to do something. Sitting there waiting for him to wake up is making me crazy."

Danica shook her head. "That man sat here for hours stretching into days doing the same thing for you. Go," she said, plucking the rag from her hands. Lunara stood up and stretched. She smiled at Danica and patted her shoulder. "Thanks," she said, then she left the kitchen, grabbed her discarded satchel, and headed back to Jorrvaskr.

Lunara entered the mead hall and headed toward the living quarters. She passed Tilda, who was sweeping the hallway. Tilda ignored her and Lunara said a silent thanks. She entered Vilkas's room to find it empty except for him laying on the bed. She dropped her satchel on the floor by the bed and pulled one of the chairs over to sit next to the bed. She watched him, mentally assessing his condition. His breathing was still even and clear and there were no signs of the wound reopening. She finally had time to look around the room. There was a bookshelf stuffed with books, a writing desk, the bed, two chairs, and the bedside table. There were a couple of books stacked on top of the table. She read the titles, 'An Explorer's Guide to Skyrim', and 'Great Harbingers'. She picked up the first book and flipped through it, fascinated. She'd been in Whiterun for almost six months and she'd never left the city walls. The province was quite big, although she knew it was in the middle of a bloody civil war. Maybe once Vilkas was back on his feet, she could travel more. She grew excited at the thought and then remembered the Syndicate. They were everywhere and she had killed their leader. People would be after her now. She wasn't safe in Whiterun or anywhere now. She pushed the thought from her mind and focused on the book, raising her gaze ever so often to look at Vilkas. She finally gave up trying to read the book and studied his features. It was a handsome face, she had to admit. Chiseled viking features under a fringe of dark hair and those ice-blue eyes that could make her heart stop. She leaned forward in the chair and took his hand in hers. It was warm, and she gave a silent prayer of thanks for that. Now if only he would wake up.

The door to the room opened and Kodlak entered, followed by Farkas. "Oh, Lunara, you're back. I trust the Priestess is well?" Kodlak said.

Lunara nodded, "Yes, she is. She sent me back here to keep an eye on Vilkas. Is that alright?"

Kodlak waved his hand. "It's fine, my dear, you are welcome here. How is he?"

Lunara shook her head. "There's been no change since this morning." She let go of his hand and leaned back in the chair. Kodlak nodded.

"Can I get you anything?" Farkas asked. Lunara shook her head. "No, thank you. I'm fine."

They both turned and left the room, leaving her alone again.

Lunara snorted and jerked herself awake. It was the fourth time she had fallen asleep in the chair. She had no idea what time it was, but several hours had to have passed. She got up and stretched her back. She went to the door of the room and opened it, peeking out into the hallway. It was quiet, but she didn't have any idea what the normal sounds of life in Jorrvaskr were. She tiptoed across the hallway, knocking softly on Farkas's door. He didn't answer, so she pushed the door open enough to see him sprawled face first across his bed, sound asleep. She closed the door and went back across the hall. She moved the chair and sat on the floor next to the bed. She laid her head on the mattress using her arms as a pillow, and fell asleep again.

She felt something touching her hair and she jumped, sitting upright. "Hey you," Vilkas said, he finished brushing the hair out of her eyes. She smiled sleepily, and said, "hey you." She got up from the floor and pulled the chair back over to the side of the bed, sitting down. He watched her, his expression blank. "How are you feeling?" she asked, worried. What if something had gone wrong when she healed him. Nonsense, she told herself, if that was the case, he wouldn't have woken up. "I'm okay, I think. Still pretty weak though," he said, wincing as he tried to sit up. She started to tell him not to do that, but thought better of it. He pulled himself to a seated position. "What happened?" she asked.

He avoided her eyes and said, "I was out..hunting. Some bandits snuck up on me and got me with a poisoned dagger."

"That so?" she said, annoyed.

He shot her a look of confusion mixed with annoyance. "Aye, it is."

"So is this hunting trip you were on was the super important reason why you kissed me and then left me alone in the temple in the middle of the night?" She was in it now and she didn't care. All of the pent up fear, worry, and anger of the last several days came flowing out and she was powerless to stop it. She hadn't realized how angry she had been with him.

He stared at his hands, his hair falling across his face and hiding his eyes. He couldn't tell her the truth. He had no idea how she would react and couldn't bear to see her look at him in fear, or worse, tell anyone else. No, it wasn't a risk he was willing to take.

"Fine, don't tell me. Whatever, I'm leaving. I'll let Farkas know you're awake or you can scream for him yourself. I really don't care," she spat the words as she stood up and slung her satchel over her shoulder. Her hand was on the door handle when she heard him say, "please, don't leave yet."

She paused, but didn't turn. "Please," he said again, "stay." She turned then, and collapsed back into the chair. "Talk," she said, crossing her arms.

He took a deep breath and let it out, wincing. His chest was still very sore and the rest of his body was stiff from lack of movement the last several days. "I'm sorry I left that night. Given what happened after, I regret it more than you know. I don't even know how I got back here."

"Farkas brought you back. He came to the temple looking for you a couple of days ago. By that time, you'd apparently been gone four days and he checked all your normal spots and couldn't find you. I guess he thought if you were anywhere you'd be there. When I told him I hadn't seen you and I didn't care to after you left the way you did, what I said had given him an idea and he ran off," she said, glaring at him.

"I already said I was sorry," he said, glaring back at her. "After I left you, I did go hunting and I was attacked by bandits with poisoned daggers. They took me back to the camp where Farkas apparently found me and kept me there, but I didn't know for how long." He dropped his gaze and avoided her eyes.

"After he brought you back, apparently Tilda tried giving you cure poison and health potions but they weren't working so Farkas came to the temple looking for Danica. She wasn't there and he brought me instead. I pulled the tip of silver dagger out of your wound that was causing the potions to not work. And then I mixed a potion strong enough to cure the silver poison that you had been infected with," She said, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't she continued. "You started bleeding heavily and I used my magic to heal you. You've been out for almost two full days." She stared at him but he refused to look at her. "Now, is there anything you want to tell me?"

His head snapped up and panic washed over his face. "I forgot to tell you the night you woke up that the Jarl has pardoned you. I'm sorry for that too," he said, choosing his words carefully.

She nodded and said, "I know, Kodlak was kind enough to tell me. Thank you, by the way. I thanked him as well. It's there anything else you feel like sharing?"

He shook his head and she sighed. Fine, he didn't want to tell her about the wolf. She'd make him tell her. "I know what you are," she said. Fury flashed in his eyes. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice cool.

"I know what you are," she repeated, angry that he was pretending to not know exactly what she was talking about. "For the love of Mara, how the fuck do you think I was able to heal you if I didn't figure it out?"

"Get out," he growled, "now."

She stood up and started for the door. Before she opened it, she turned to him and said, "Fuck you, you stubborn, idiotic man. At least I can leave knowing we're even. You saved my life and I returned the favor. I hope you know that it changed nothing. You'll always be Vilkas to me." She left the room then, slamming the door behind her so hard it shook the walls. She ran all the way from Jorrvaskr to the temple, tears flowing down her cheeks.