Silver eyes flashed inside the dark tent. There was a hint of a teardrop in the corner of her eyes, but she blinked it back trying to fight off the feeling inside her chest. She went closer to the makeshift bed and looked over the lump within the blanket. She could tell that someone was shivering inside.
"Holy One…you have to be saved," her soft voice lingered in the air like soft music notes. Two sleepy eyes stared at the speaker.
"And now someone calls me Holy One again. Quite the opposite of the fate they are pinning on me as the Accursed One," her voice was hoarse. She was coughing incessantly when she finished speaking. Her head was the only part of her that was outside the blanket that can be seen.
