The Journey's Third Day

My worries from before are a touch absolved. As I found myself once again wasting away and near demise- perhaps as an aftereffect of being assailed the night before, Frostbreath healed me.
 
What an interesting feeling it was, coursing through me. Magical, surely, but completely foreign to the kind that courses through me. Where my own reaches out and grasps, and twists, His is like the embrace of an old friend.A woolen blanket drawn over you on a cold night. The warmth of a hot drink in a winter gathering.
 
Regardless, it kept me from my demise, and I find myself thankful. When we return to Bakwa, victorious, I will have to ask him to administer it to me again, in a state where I can pay closer attention to it.
 
We’ve taken a full day today to rest and regather resources. Hunting alongside Frostbreath, briefly, has made me realize that he is, perhaps, not the most perceptive fellow (not that I, myself, can boast in that regard.), which explains how I found myself assailed the other night. It is less so that he lacks care for me, and more that he, perhaps, does not have the most keen eyes. I will find some way to compensate for this deficit, and we will triumph together.