Sun Mote Copse Kiss me goodnight

Days blended together leaving no noticeable traces of their
existence, at least nothing for Rye to grasp on to. Rarely did
he wake for Vein, even during the poultice changings. A few
times did he manage words or perhaps grumbles of nothing as
the haze of exhaustion battled to keep him under. The weeks of
fighting the infection sapped so much out of him, death was at 
the border waiting for its opportunity to claim the males spirit.
Death would have to return another day. When the thick tar of
exhaustion began receding Rye opened his eyes to bright, 
blinding lights seemingly coming from every direction. At first
Rye kept his eyes sealed and hidden from the light but a voice
encouraged him to fight to open them. One painful step at a 
time the male adjusted to the days light. 
.
Once he adjusted the spoken words began to register and
he took his time questioning it himself. Waking up after
days of near constant sleep was going to leave someone 
a little misshapen and groggy. Rye tried to mush down his
new hairdo but it failed, who knew sleeping in relatively
the same position for extended periods of time could do
that. "Disoriented but better, my shoulder has lost weight."
He finally answered. "And mass, no hair but I'm not dead.
I will take hair loss over death. Hell of a steal." He laughed.
Recovery wasn't complete but a few extra days of rest and
relaxation would do him good.
.
"I owe you but I have no means of repaying you back, I have
no pack and no stashes of food. All I can offer is my help with 
any task you need, or if you trust me. I can return in a month to
bring gifts, whatever they may be. Alternatively you can call
upon a favor either now or sometime in the future. I owe you 
my life. If not for you I would not have made it much longer."
Debts were not something he was taught to ditch, especially 
life debts.