She stirred very little when she heard footsteps, and was going to warn the person away but stopped when he spoke. She looked at him with a mild confusion, and inability to recognize him. She also let him tend to her, barely noticing that he had wiped blood from her face, and she sat silent through the small pains of him cleaning her hand. 

When he was done and looked up, she quietly looked back at him, feeling his benevolence and caring. Alost blankly, bbut in a gesture of returning his care, he held his shaking hand.

 "Did God really send you?" she asked, back in her old, thick accent.