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by: Jewel 
The pool is formed from the small stream meeting a small spring in the earth. The water is fresh and clear. Do you see it bubbling? he asked. Not waiting for an answer he continued to talk to her in his deep soothing voice Your hurt badly but nothing is broken. You should heal and regain your strength in a couple of days. He sat cleaning her up a bit, then he undressed her, taking off her grimy clothes and inspecting each wound. He covered her in a thick fur cloak and told her to rest. She tried to talk and found she couldnt the sloshing of her brain and thickened her voice and all she wanted was sleep. When she awoke a little while later, her clothes were spread out drying up on a thicket of bushes she didnt notice before. A warm smokeless fire crackled nearby, and a cup of hot steaming tea was awaiting her thirst. The tea is made from some herbs that will make you feel a little better. He said. He was busy skewering a freshly skinned rabbit. Drink first, its bitter, I know, then we can eat. He sat back upon his feet in a squatting position across from her. Looking at her. He watched as she sat herself up holding the covers over her bare skin, and sipped the hot tea. Marigold and a little clover, yes both would help her feel better. She managed a slight smile of thanks through her badly swollen and bruised face. She nibbled at the roasted rabbit, it was hard to open her mouth. She had not eaten much when she started vomiting violently. The man held her hair behind her and out of her way, as she cried and convulsed as her stomach went through its barrage of spasms. He spoke softly to her, assuring her everything would be okay, and when she laid down shivering and shaking, he curled up beside her, wrapping his arms around her, keeping her safe and warm. Her fevers came and went for couple of days. Her thoughts were mixed in with her dreams and nightmares. Many men riding fast on horses screaming in a language she tried desperately to recognize, throwing rocks and blade at her she tried to run, but found her feet stuck in an invisible quagmire of mud Her heart racing she opened her eyes from sleep. The sun was just coming up and the man lay snoring besides her. Snoring loudly. Hideously. Solitaire chided herself as she realized she was making comments to herself about a man that had just saved her life. She quietly got up and reached for her clothing. They were cleaner, and newly repaired. Her body was still full of so much grit and grime. She waded into the small pool of water, it was just large enough for perhaps four people. She washed off the grime upon her skin using the piece of hide he had used upon her when they first set up camp. She washed the dirt out of her hair as best she could. Using one of the furs, she dried off and dressed, all the while staying quiet, so not to disturb the sleeping man. She started hot water for tea, throwing more dried dung upon the fire. She broke off a twig from the scrub bush and gnawed at the end, brushing her teeth. Feeling refreshed she sat down and started the long task of pulling the tangles out of her hair.
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