"This is wonderful broth," Flindra remarked after Kewero had spooned some into her mouth.
"I made it from what was left of the ptarmigan. I'm sorry Flindra but I had to eat it before it spoiled."
"Good," she said with a smile. "I'm glad you didn't let it go to waste. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, but it would have been much better if you'd been there to share it with me."
"I'm sharing it now."
"So you are."
Kewero took a piece of the bread, dipped it into the broth, and then held it for Flindra to take a bite. She alternated between the broth and the bread until she was finished with both.
"Do you need anything else?"
"No, Kewero," Flindra answered sleepily.
"In that case I think you need to get more sleep. You're starting to look a little pale."
She helped her sit, moved the pillows away and then eased her back to the bed.
"Your only concern now is to get some rest. Rest now, my little one. Just close your eyes and sleep."
Flindra answered by closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take her. Kewero stayed by her side until she was deeply asleep. She was pleased by what she saw. She could tell that this was a normal, healthy and healing rest. Flindra had made it back.
Flindra dreamt of her home and her family. Without knowing she did it, she reached out across space and time and thanked the two who had helped her find her way back.
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