Felltree Marsh fireton

did she harm him?

she could not tell. she knew only the need to clear his wounds so they might see the true damage, so she might discover if his life could be balanced in their favor. she trusted that use of his voice was a good sign.

unless he was rambling in dreams.

she did not think so, not when he tried to stir.

it was a ferocity that came over her now. the need to preserve him, to preserve this chance at survival in a roguish way. he was a future and if it died in her hands? she might begin to believe in curses.

stay. she snipped the word near his ear. for cold snow could be brought to him, chunks of ice that he might chew upon. there was no need for him to move and stretch open his injuries.

bring to you. no move.

she lingered, if only to make sure he heeded her command in this dire moment.