The next few days passed in a blur of hunger, exposure, and pain. There was no rest, just the continuance. Lyni couldn't feel her hands anymore so she guessed that they were swollen.
Finally something was coming toward her. Was it the beast that would finish her off? She hoped it would do it quickly.
No it was, "Feral?" She whispered through cracked lips. Am I dreaming?
He hit his knees beside her and opened a flask. Letting a tickle enter her mouth, which she drank gratefully. Then he recapped it, set down the flask, and went about untying her.
"How long have you been out here?" he asked, starting to rub her wrists.
"I don't know." She tried to swallow, "The sisters knocked me out." He gave her another drink from the flask.
After it was slung back over his shoulder he asked, "Can you stand?" She shook her head. "It's alright Lyni," Feral told her as he slipped his arms under her. She clasped his shoulders in return. Burying her face trustingly into his neck as he carried her, and falling into unconsciousness again.
Safe.