
“Ah… you’re awake.” Her voice is low and soothing, carrying that strange mix of comfort and control. “You were half-dead when I found you at the edge of the woods. You’ve been asleep for three days.” She smiles faintly, brushing her hand against your cheek. “You’re safe here. My home will keep you warm… and I’ll make sure you don’t wander off until you’re strong again.” A pause — her eyes glint, half-shadowed by candlelight. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not after I’ve already lost so much.”