"It is… very early in the morning, the sun has not come out yet. I am very cold and tired, but something has happened that required my immediate attention.
I was woken up by the sound of whimpering and sniffling. My first thought was that a poor Bullymong brat had made its way nearby my cabin looking for its mother. I was prepared to give the beast a good wallop for disrupting my sleep, but by the time I went to investigate, it turns out that wasn't the case.
For my surprise, the Undying was slowly coming back to his senses. Finally!
He was shivering, curled up in a ball within the thick woolly blanket. The oily appearance on his skin was merely sweat, presumably caused by a fever. I rushed to his aid just as fast as I could. I tried calling for him but he wouldn't open his eyes, yet his eyeballs shifted around under his eyelids, and his ears, which were pressed down like a scared kitten, perked up and twitched in response to nearby sound stimuli. He seemed clearly distraught, tired, nervous.
Despite all this, the Undying made no attempts of communication or acting aggressively towards me other than baring his teeth and growling in defensive fear. Given his human-like appearance, he still presented quite a feral attitude. I wonder if he speaks, at least in any language that I presume would be unfamiliar to ours. I have heard stories of him being capable of mimicking voices at least. I shall add it to one of the things I need to find out, but that's for later.
He would come in and out of consciousness, resuming his saddened snarling and feverish tremors. To be expected, considering his feeble state. There was no need to consider him a threat just yet. He is merely a weak and defenseless guest within my humble home. There was no way I could do some in-depth studying on him like this. He was in pain, exhausted and so lost like an innocent child. The most optimal decision was to simply make sure he felt as comfortable as possible.
I prepared some warm fish soup which seemed to catch his attention since the growling stopped and his nose twitched, however, he did not move an inch in all of his entirety aside from his ongoing shivering. I felt real sorry for him.
I shall make an attempt on feeding him. Hopefully I won't lose a finger in the process."