Luthien's P.O.V

The cart came to a stop jerking me out of my light sleep. Looking out of the cart I noticed that we had arrived at a place in the middle of the forest.

I felt a large warm hand on my forehead. Turning to see who it was I noticed the knight Dagonet standing over me, checking how my fever was doing.

"You're fever has broken. There is a bath being drawn for Guinevere: if you wish you may also bathe," he told me.

"Yes please," I replied as I tried to get up. He must have seen that I was struggling, for he took hold of my arm and wrapped a large arm around my midriff, he allowed me to lean on him, as we slowly made our way over to where Guinevere was bathing.

Dagonet knocked on the side of the wagon and waited for some kind of response. It was not long before one of the maids to come into view. When she saw me she came to my other side and took hold of my other arm, wrapping it around her neck, she took hold of my waist. Slowly I shifted my weight from Dagonet to the maid.

Before I let go completely of Dagonet I turned to him and said: "Thank you, Dagonet, for everything."

He replied with a nod and a warm smile. As I let go of him and slowly and carefully walked up into to wagon, I faintly heard him say: "Please call me Dag."

I turned around to look at him but he was already walking away.

When we entered the wagon I noticed that there was already a warm bath drawn for me. With the help of the maid I slowly and painfully managed to get out of the old, dirty rags which I had worn while in the cells. I carefully stepped into the bath and lowered myself into the water. The warm water lapped at my wounds with a sting that made me cringe, yet once I was settled into the warm water the sting slowly began to change into a dull throb and finally disappeared completely to be replaced by a pleasant feeling.

As the Roman maid passed a sponge over my shoulder blades, I pulled my hair out off the way to grant her better access. I looked out of the semi-see through drape, only to see Dagonet, outside, stop and look at me. As our eyes met, I felt a strange sensation, which I could not place, pass through me. Dagonet was the first one to break eye contact as he quickly shook his head and continued walking.

There was something about Dagonet which intrigued me: he was rough yet at the same time so warm and gentle. It was at this point I realized that I was attracted to him, and I resolved to learn as much as I could about him.

A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, hopefully the next one will be longer