Terra shivered as she picked up the pieces of the wood she had chopped up. She had managed to work up a good sweat after chopping enough wood to last a few days. She wasn't sure how long it would take Farkas to fully recover, but considering he had been by her side when she was ill, she didn't hesitate to take steps to try and pay him back. He would have told her that it didn't matter to him and he didn't feel that he did anything that earned any kind of attention, but that didn't sit right with her and this was the least she could do. She would do her best to make him comfortable so that he could easily work out what was happening with him.
The trek back to the tomb would take a long time if she attempted to carry all the wood in one go, but she doesn't want to have to make multiple trips. The idea of Farkas awaking alone didn't sit well with her, so she took out rope and began bundling the wood so that it would be easy to move. Slowly she carefully tied the small bundles she made, then she combined a few of those bundles together. This would allow her to drag the large amount easier than trying to move back and forth, if just meant trekking carefully back.
The cold weather allowed her to clear her mind. She could hear the sound of nature and the world slowly turning. Before she would have been struggling to silence her own thoughts or at the very least distract herself from confronting those things she didn't want to acknowledge. Here and now, she took a heavy breath and let the warmth escape her breath, she could take all that had been burdening her and letting it go. Her mother's despair and lonely death, her fear of becoming weak, and her struggles of running away from the responsibilities that was thrusted upon her just because she was born. The thing was right here and right now, there was no weight of any of it. She didn't feel any of it and it was wonderful.
Was this because of Farkas? Was her desire to fulfill in caring for him make everything else go away? She stared at the tomb that she was now slowly approaching and she felt something welling up inside of her and she enjoyed it. This little bit of pleasure began to spark inside her and while she did not often feel like she deserved pleasure or happiness, she didn't want to deny herself this anymore.
Farkas didn't make her weak, but made her want better for him. Here was a man who had been given to someone else by his own mother and he doesn't hold that against her. He was happy and kind, he had a sense of justice that isn't blind to situations of money or politics. He was the purest form of a good person that Terra could ever recall. While Farkas would dispute this with the facts that he claims being selfish and ignorant make him the worst kind of person, Terra never felt that because he never let that stop him from being kind or helping others. He had never let anyone suffer because of his choices and that, Terra sighed, that made him the most wonderful person.