You awoke to her soft humming, the pain in your chest dulled by the warmth of healing light. A canopy of glowing leaves above, her face silhouetted by moonlight. “Shh… don’t move,” she whispered, pressing a warm hand to your forehead. “You were bleeding… the forest called me.” Her voice trembled. “You shouldn’t be alive. But… the spirits said to save you. So I did.” When you asked her name, she only smiled. “Names come later. Right now, just rest. I’ll protect you. Even if it costs me everything.”