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Dear reviewers I just wanted to thank you for all of yours reviews, but I have one BIG PROBLEM and that is, that I don't understand SPANISH. So could you perhaps write them in ENGLISH instead? I tried using some of the free translators on the internet, but their translations don't make any sense. I'm not from English speaking country either, but broken English is far easier for me to read than Spanish. Thank you and let's continue with our story.


-That night-

Baihu sat in his room meditating. He found in his mind clouded with some dark thoughts. Tigress still hasn't eaten anything. He began to get interested in her motives.

Was she suffering from nausea? No, she would just be coiled in her bed. Was she afraid he might poison her? No, she looked smart enough to know, that he would not save her from an avalanche just to kill her.

But then it hit him. She was just making a stand to show, that she would not be controlled. That was a very strange approach to anger him by starving, but it didn't matter, he knew himself too well, he would bring himself to do anything to bring help to those who need it.

It was an easy plan to make. And it took only a few minutes to introduce it to the panda, even if Po kept warning him about one time, when he tried to prank her by hiding away a small statue given to her by Shifu, but it horribly backfired, when she threatened to tear his collection of action figures limb from limb.

-Next day-

Tigress was surprisingly still lying on her bed. She didn't remember any particular moment of her life, when she was as angry and jelaus of Po. If you ask yourself why, well it was, because he was permitted to walk.

To tell, that she was hungry, was an understatement, but she would never let Po, nor Baihu see her weakness.

She heard a soft knocking on the door, when they opened Baihu walked in with a large bowl of noodles and with them came a heavenly smell.

Her mouth began to water and her stomach was threatening to release a hungry growl. It took all of her will just to say automatically "I am not hungry."

"I know that. Actually I came just to say, that I'm sorry." he said as he put the bowl on the bedside table.

She was a little surprised. He did not seem even remotely like a type of guy, who would apologize.

"Sorry about what?" she asked coldly.

"About my actions, my methods,..." He sounded very sincere and sad. It was almost scary.

"…but mostly for the fact that you might never do kung fu again."

Her eyes went wide and a terrified expression started to force it's way across her face.

"W-Why!?" she asked with fear clouding her mind.

"I think, that before I brought you here your body was infected by purple fever. It's a rare sickness, it firstly causes fever than muscle soreness and sometimes even paralysis."

"How do you know?" She asked with shaky voice.

Baihu expected she would want a proof, so he came prepared.

From his pockets he took out a little vial, small stone bowl and some flint and steel.

He filled the bowl with clear liquid from the vial and then made some sparks with flint and steel.

The liquid immediately ignited with yellow fire and started burning away.

"This might hurt a little." Baihu said as he tore out a few hairs from her arm.

Tigress let out a grunt of pain.

He tossed the hairs into the bowl with some powder expertly hidden in the sleeve of his shirt.

The flame went from yellow to bright purple. Tigress gasped in horror as it happened, she felt tears of sadness coming to her eyes, but she pushed them back, it wasn't the time to show emotions.

"This is good news, it means that it's still just in your skin, not in your muscles. I think I'll be able to cure it." He said.

Baihu looked at Tigress and for the first time he saw something different than rage or apathy. He saw hope in her eyes and in the first smile she ever gave him. It might have been a hope, created by a lie, but it didn't matter.

"Well, I'm gonna untie you now so you can enjoy your meal."

"Thanks." said Tigress almost too quietly for Baihu's hearing.

"What was that?" He asked with neutral expression while untying her.

"Nothing." She answered without any emotions.

"Okay, I'm gonna go make some special tea."

"Fine"

She waited patiently for him to leave her alone before she quickly dug in the most delicious noodle soup she ever tasted.