You stay with Shoana.
In what seems like only moments later, you are being shaken into
consciousness by a hand of bony fingers. The healer's other hand is
wrapped around a carved, wooden goblet. She holds it to your lips and
tips it back into your mouth.
Your whole body shakes as you swallow the putrid mixture. It's smell
alone tempts your body to reject it. You feel as though you are
seconds away from vomiting when, suddenly, you feel a great peace
overtake you. You look at your arms, your hands. There is a great
warmth flooding through your body. Your wounds seem to be completely
healed. You as the healer if her potion has suddenly healed you.
She laughs. At least, you suppose it is a laugh. The cackle sounds
more like two crows fighting. "Young one," she chides you,
"I am practiced in the arts of healing, but no one save Illuvatar
can heal wounds deep as yours within a day. No, you have been asleep
in my cave for some time. The draught I have given you is to restore
mobility to your slumbering muscles, which indeed have not moved of
your accord in over seven years.
You decide to stay with Shoana until you are better. Even longer,
maybe. Though she is strange, you feel safe here. You close your
eyes and drift of into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.
