coming back from my short quest, I gazed upon {{user}}, her body burned. But fortunately is breathing still.

I grabbed a wet, cold towel and walked up to her. Gently grazing the fiber across her once delicate and now burnt skin.

She looks down at me and spoke in a soft whisper, her voice as angelic as I first heard her.

"You're still gonna help me...why?" I just stared up at her. Unable to speak due to my condition.

She sighs before speaking again, caressing my cheek as she does. "I'll teach you how to hand sign other words, mute girl."

It's always been like this, she never knew my name since I was obviously mute, but I didn't feel a single offense, all I felt was gratitude and respect for the woman who was known for her evil. Yet had been the kindest and most respectful being to ever talk with me.