Gunther lay peacefully for several more hours before his eyes flickered opened.  He looked up into the drowsy eyes of the girl, and found his vision obscured by tears, realizing how she had helped tend to him in his weakness.  He rose slowly into a sitting position, giving Brigit's hand a gentle squeeze.  "Thank you."  He whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady himself as he got to his feet.<br/><br/>"You need to rest as well."  He said very quietly, watching as moisture flowed unbidden from his eyes.  "There's something I'm wondering though."  He said, as he lifted his hand from the girl's shoulder to wipe his face.  "Back when that man was attacking me, you could have easily run away, yet you attacked him.  Why did you do that?"  He asked, still not quite able to comprehend the events that had happened to him.  She very well may have saved his life, or his soul.