Hideaway Strath look at the fire and think of me

i've decided this is mona's theme :o

finally, at last, after what felt like years, the rochester's blue eye could be seen as he roused, and mona gasped with relief. "thank the sun," she swore lightly, backing away from the man a few inches so he could draw an unhindered breath. 
to his inquiry, the little mayfair gave answer by bursting into tears. the stress of her flight from rowan and casmir, their trek over the mountains — she wasn't sure where cortland was! — beginning a new life in tindome, all this culminated in the sight of nathaniel's battered body, nathaniel, who had been so kind to her. she had believed for a true moment he was dead.
"don't even ... don't worry about that, mister rochester!" she exclaimed, sniffling. "we need to get you out of here; you're ... there seems to be a lot of blood." mona worried her bottom lip with her fangtips. "shall i go back to tindome for help? no .. no," she mused, standing to her paws and glancing around the snowy valley. "i can't leave you here alone."