Felltree Marsh fireton

his head dipped slightly, a quiet acknowledgment of her command. the pain throbbed in his body, but the sharp edge of it began to dull under the snow's cold embrace. he breathed heavily, eyes half-lidded, watching as she moved with a determined precision.

i'll stay, he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, worn thin by the struggle that had brought him here. the snow beneath him seemed to cradle his wounds, numbing the fire in his veins. he trusted her, this resolute woman who spoke with conviction and acted with purpose.

he closed his eyes for a moment, surrendering to her care. the world around them faded, leaving only the sensation of cold seeping into his skin and the faint sound of her movements as she worked to ensure his survival. for now, he would wait. he would heal.