wrap my arms around you

Beneath the boughs of Chenrezig, Dawa would have expected the gods of her family to be protecting her. At the very least, Tenzin's will would be there, always present among the roots. She did not know that the tree's trunk had been anointed with his blood and Raheerah's fury. It was the protection of the doctor that was granting her rest now, though. Not the stories from her childhood or the will of her comrades. A stranger who, as far as she knew, held the heart of a true Monk; someone she would hastily welcome in to the fold of the Vale if he so wished it.

In her current state Dawa could barely stay conscious, let alone think about her sanctuary.

She drifted deeper in to a stagnant state, but her breath remained relatively normal. The press of the doctor - the heat he provided, the odd scent that he carried - cushioned her mental fall from awake in to sleep. The pearls of her gaze went from being half-lidded and misted to fully closed as she drifted away from the Vale. Her sleep became autonomic. Breathing continued at a slow pace, but there was nothing else to display a sense of life within her.

Dawa is asleep so I'll fade here! :D