Three more days had slipped since Elisa had woken up in the rustic thatched cottage.
Over this time, Gareth had been diligently bringing her meals and herbal remedies. Although Elisa couldn't quite decipher the local plants he used, their effects were undeniable.
As each day passed, Elisa felt her throat healing and her strength returning. However, she couldn't help but be puzzled by the strange wounds on Gareth's body.
He seemed to be deliberately concealing them, avoiding her gaze whenever they were visible.
He deftly changed the subject when she asked about them or offered vague explanations.
This puzzling behavior continued for the first few days but seemed to ease by the third.
On the fourth day, Elisa stretched indolently and gazed out the window. "The sun looks inviting today. How about taking a stroll?"
Gareth hesitated for a moment, showing no clear opposition.
And so, the two of them ventured out of the thatched cottage. As they stepped outdoors, they unexpectedly crossed paths with an elderly woman heading back from the fields, carrying a bundle of freshly harvested crops.
The woman noticed Gareth and greeted him warmly. Elisa serendipitously observed Gareth, assuming someone as reserved as him might brush off such interactions.
Much to Elisa's surprise, Gareth beamed and warmly waved at the elderly woman.
"Back already, Granny."
The old woman nodded and then shifted her gaze toward Elisa. A glint of wisdom shone in her eyes as she spoke in an unfamiliar dialect and accent, "This must be the girl you went to save, huh? She's a real beauty, even lovelier than the chief's daughter."
Though Elisa didn't fully grasp the words, she caught the sentiment – the old woman was giving her a compliment, which was intended kindly. Elisa responded with a friendly smile.
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