The woman woke the other day. Her name is Luna and her voice is like the birds of spring. I had forgotten what it was like to hear another human's voice. I did not push her very hard the first day her strength was slow in coming to her. So I did not ask her any questions about anything, just her name. I now wish I had asked more question.
It would seem that the cold of hypothermia staved off the infection in her wounds. Soon after her body was warm again infection set in and by the end of that first day fevers took her. She has not been coherent sense. That was three days ago. The fever has been steady for two days now and I worry that if it does not break soon she may die of exhaustion.
She dreams often and mutters words and names that I have never heard before. I think that they might be in a different language but I can not be sure. For all I know it is just the random mutterings of somebody who's body is being ravaged by infection. What troubles me the most though is how often my name is found in those sentences that she unknowingly says in her sleep. She has known me for less than a day. How can my name be such a part of her subconscious? A question for when she wakes...if she wakes.
I find that the fates tend to play tricks on me. They give me the hurt and wounded to care for and fix. First Eva then Quinn and now Luna. At the same time that I seem to be in a position to fix and rebuild, I must destroy and kill as I do it. It is a cruel joke to balance something as precious as life with something as horrid as death. Though, I'm not sure envy those that have all of one and none of the other.
What is to become of this woman? Where is she going? Will death act once again through my hands? I cannot help but think that this woman is of great importance. How the fates have put her into the worst of hands. I need to get her to the village as soon as I can. hopefully I will not have another death on my hands.
