[Although Henry healed her poison and wounds, the exhaustion of the hellish duel plunges Harriet into a long, dreamless sleep. Hours pass, and as the first peek of sunlight appears in the sky, the birds of the forest begin to twitter. The noise gradually pulls the girl to life. Before she opens her eyes, she wonders where she is, and whether it had all been just a dream. The smells of the forest could just be remnants still lingering from her imagination. The ground under her back is hard, and there's a chill breeze of outside morning air... but why is it that she feels so warm? When she opens her eyes, she sees her answer. She's not alone.
Henry's on top of her. She has no idea why. Only that he looks... as spent as she feels. Did he save her? No, he attacked her... she doesn't remember what happened after that. But her body feels fine, so he must have. You don't simply recover from that kind of damage, or, for that matter, from poison.
She doesn't try to move him as the memories come back from the previous night. If he's woken up, it'll be by the wet feeling of tears, or the sound of choked, quiet sobs.]
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Henry's on top of her. She has no idea why. Only that he looks... as spent as she feels. Did he save her? No, he attacked her... she doesn't remember what happened after that. But her body feels fine, so he must have. You don't simply recover from that kind of damage, or, for that matter, from poison.
She doesn't try to move him as the memories come back from the previous night. If he's woken up, it'll be by the wet feeling of tears, or the sound of choked, quiet sobs.]