Toz almost threw away the bundle in his hands when a woman's haggard face appeared beneath the layers of fabric. Though, since he could hear her shallow breathing and sensed she wasn't dead, he continued removing the fabric, bringing the woman and a young kid out into the light.
Both of them looked gravely malnourished and gaunt. The poor kid was hardly more than skin and bones. And neither of them hardly weighed a thing as Toz carried them to the house, where he placed them on a warm bed made of leaves. Though, now with the swathes of cloth, maybe they could prepare a proper mattress for even greater comfort.
The woman and what Toz assumed was her child held onto each other so tightly, despite not having any muscles, that Toz carried them together in his arms and placed them on the bed together. After wrapping them in a blanket from the pile of fabric by the boat, he started preparing an easy to eat meal they could consume even if they were stiff and starved.
