Having closed my eyes as I waited beside you, I jump at the sound of your voice, soft as it was, interupting the quiet rhythm of your breathing. I get up and stand beside the bed looking into your beautiful eyes as the scan the room with a somewhat fearful expression. I smile and softly say "you will be alright now... your safe... your shoulder is pretty bad though, don't try to move it now.  Try and rest, I'll get you something to eat." I go to the kitchen, start a fire and put a black iron pot on to boil. I add dried meat, some vegetables and potatoes, and spices the come back in the room. As we sit and talk the room is slowly filled with aroma of a rich stew cooking. When I return I have a steaming cup of coffee in my hand. I offer you some.