Tudor looked at his master in worry.
The young woman had fallen down and landed on her left side. It was obvious that the entire left side of her body was devastated. Her leg was bent unnaturally in two places, while her arm was snapped at the shoulder.
Considering the smaller injuries across her body, some wounds are inflicted by sharp objects, while others seem to be abrasion from running in the forest.
With the rain soaking her skin, and mud covering her injuries, Tudor could not imagine the amount of pain his master was in.
His master had also asked to transfer a small portion of her life energy to some sod called Brian every day. As a result, she was coming closer to a coma.
In fact, although Tudor could communicate with his master, in reality, he was standing beside a broken body with half of its head smashed in. The only sign of life in this body, really, was the slight twinkle in the only eye left in that swollen head.
Every day, Tudor worried about his master. He could also sense that his master was losing to the pain, for the amount of words she spoke had decreased since the first day. Even for Persephone, healing can take months, even years, without external help, but Tudor did not want his master to endure through the pain like this.
'No, I can't leave it! I am going to look for help!'
Tudor gently nibbled his master's ear before flying off into the forests.
He tried to seek out human presences, but he could not fly off too far away from his master for fear that other animals would attack her. They were both still too weak to do anything.
Finally, he spotted a woodcutter who carried a huge rucksack.
"Tweet! Tweet!" he called out excitedly.
The woodcutter looked up at the flying fledgeling curiously. "A saw whet owl? Alisa would like it if I gave it to her, wouldn't she?"
'What! You want to catch me?' Tudor almost cried. 'Well, you can take me if you catch my master too…'
Tudor slowly lured the woodcutter deeper into the forest. Whenever the woodcutter wanted to turn away, Tudor would tweet and fly a few rounds around the woodcutter anxiously.
It was not long before he realised that the little owl wanted him to follow it.
When the woodcutter finally saw the corpse, he could not believe his eyes.
"Tweet!" the owl flew to the corpse, and he suddenly saw that the corpse's eye was still bright.
'Alive?! But how can it be? To fall from that height and not die?' the woodcutter looked up at the cliff that the corpse was under.
The woodcutter waved his hand, and immediately, the tendrils of the surrounding plants gathered in front of him and slowly lifted the body up carefully.
"Well, little owl, you owe me a favour," the woodcutter grinned as he controlled the plants to bring the body out of the forest. The little owl followed him excitedly.
Libitina looked at the back of the woodcutter, and finally entered a deep sleep.