Pakuna stood watch over the girl. He watched because that was the way of his people, to stand vigil as someone lay dying. And he felt that this girl deserved it. What he was expecting however was to see the wounds close, to hear her breathing return to normal, and her heart beat stronger. 

Curious. He leaned close and watched for a moment, before returning to his standing vigil. What was this girl? He was sure she was just a human, but if so, how could she heal herself from the brink of death? And he suddenly knew that if any of his kind found out what she could do, they would do anything to either have her, or kill her. 

He wondered if they had already tried. He went to a cupboard, and removed a great sword, that seemed made of flame, flame that was hardened. A phoenix blade. He strapped it to his back, and this time when he returned to the girl, it was a vigil of protection he made. 

As she seemed to wake, he turned to her, noting the completely healed injuries, and didn't say anything for a few moments. He wanted to see her reaction, and she didn't seem at all shocked to be alive. Curiouser and curiouser. Did she knew about her ability? 

he cleared his throat, "You are probably wondering where you are, and who I am. Well, I found you in the street. This is my place. And I am Pakuna"