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A look of terror burned deeply into Ruinil's eyes upon seeing the stranger kneel before her. She thought she was going to die then and there. "Law! Im onnafiren dîr! Avmethen nin!" (" No don't! I beg you! Please do not kill me!") she cried, take a few steps back. She looked into the eyes of the newcomer with a look of pure terror. However, this quickly changed, upon recognizing the stranger was actually the handsome man that had lay on the floor next to her. For a brief moment, she felt safer, but this was short lived. His face and body was covered in blood and gore, yet Ruinil could still make out his masculine features and identify him. 

However, one thing in particular caught Ruinil's attention... His crimson eyes. For what felt like the longest time, Ruinil stood there speechless, captivated by those eyes. "Firion nai ben be nin... Firion na perin raug... Dan sen naú gar...." ("You are the same as me... You are a half demon... But this should not be possible....") she murmured. With both hands, she slowly and cautiously reached up and gently touched his face, gently stroking his cheeks a few times, before she flinched, then winced from the pain. She looked down, "Da sen gar...? Im er perin raug..." ("How is this possible...? I am supposed to be the only half demon..,") However, she cared little about this. Just as she had done before, though she could not remember it, she placed her hand on Bartuc's breast and a warm white light eminated from her hand. Unlike the last time, the experience would be less painful for him, though it is just as effective. 

Ruinil's vision quickly blurred and she became dizzy. She placed her head on Bartuc's shoulder and leaned against him, breathing heavily, yet she still continued to heal the man that had saved her. She managed to completely heal his wounds and erase his fatigue. 

Once completely healed, Ruinil's hand went limp and fell to her side. Her breathing was heavy and blood poured heavily from her shoulder and mouth, causing her to cough wildly. 

Why was she helping a complete stranger? Let alone a human! The things she feared and hated the most! 

Uncertainties flooded Ruinil's mind as she was unsure herself. She then caught wind of Bartuc's scent. It was so familiar as it mixed with the scent of snow, steel, and blood (as well as a little bit of body odor and sweat). She knew this scent but from where? She did not care, she felt somewhat more safe.

The pain Ruinil was experiencing was indescribable. Tears were flowing down her cheeks as she cried silently, trying to make as little noise as possible. However, this proved to be a most difficult task. She coughed wildly, spitting up blood, only to contribute to the small puddle of crimson snow that surrounded her. The arrow had to be removed. Her left hand grabbed firmly onto the arrow and her right hand was held over her mouth. With a few firm tugs, Ruinil managed to remove the arrow. She pressed her right hand firmly against her mouth, practically smothering herself, so that no screams could escape her lips. Once the original pain had subsided, she removed her hand. Tears of pain flowed heavily and her breathing was heavy. She tightened her grip on the arrow as gaze was held on the weapon that had punctured her shoulder. Her vision blurred as blood flowed heavily from her injury, turning the snow around her turning from the purest of white to the deepest of crimson.

In the distance Ruinil could hear the crunching of snow and snapping of twigs and branches, closing in on her location. "Eru edraith nin...!" ("Gods save me..!") she whispered quietly. She lay close and flat to the ground, in a pool of her own blood, and closed her eyes tightly, her grip clenched tightly on the arrow. She silently prayed for the newcomer to pass by her hiding place. 

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