Ali awoke in the most unlikely place to his senses. Last he remembered, he was half buried in the snow and bleeding from multiple wounds. He still recalled the jaws of the wold and the claws raking his skin. And the woman, as well. Had there been a woman? Or had that been a sort of angel or valkyrie? His breathing quickening a step, showcasing he was now awake, if only slightly. He opened his eyes slightly, and he noticed the woman sitting next to him, sewing and humming softly to herself. 

He almost fell back asleep, it was so soothing. But after another minute, he decided he needed to speak. Ali wasn't new to little white lies, but somehow he felt very deceitful lying there, not letting her know he was awake enough to hear her. He wondered how he got there, and if she was the one who placed the bandages on him, but that could wait, he decided. 

"That's a nice voice," he said, his words almost a croak from his dried throat. He did not know how long he had been out, but it couldn't have been too long. Still, his last sip of water must have been at the pub. His forehead was pounding, and when he tried to move he felt a sharp pain from his wounds. Ali grimaced, groaning deeply. It all felt so surreal and yet still somewhat dream-like all at once. "I guess I have you to thank for s-..." He sighed, catching his breath. "Saving my life." 

He opened his eyes wider so he could give her the respect of looking into her eyes. The memories of seeing her face in the snow came flooding back, and his thoughts on how pretty she was came back as well. He tried not to think about it, though it was quite difficult. He gave her a tired smile. "Thank you. I don't deserve that."