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His eyes fluttered open, and Sialuk took a step back, hoping he would be in a better mood that he looked. He didn't speak, and Sialuk frowned. Can you speak? Stand? she asked, raising her voice above the wind which had picked up in the last ten or fifteen minutes. The healer was not sure there was much she could do if he could not stand and walk, but she could at least be a kind soul to sit here with him and listen in his last moments if he could speak.

The light of the sun, what little filtered through the cloud cover, would not last forever. Sialuk did not think she could stay past nightfall if he could not move on his own. Perhaps, if there were others with her, they could encircle him and keep him warm, but he was a stranger to their village, and she would not ask it of them. She hoped that this stranger could gather his strength sooner rather than later.