Slowly, the door to Emma's room began to open, and the head of an older woman peeped around the door.  When she saw that the man Emma had brought to their house was awake, she motioned for him to come, then closed the door quietly so he could get dressed.  Going back into the kitchen,  she nodded to her husband.  "He's awake, and that poor child looks like she fought the devil himself all night long.  Our guests seems to be a bit perplexed."  She chuckled, going to the stove and tending to the eggs, bacon and biscuits cooking there.<br/><br/>"I hope he doesn't wake her or the healing will not be completed."  Emma's father worried.  "Oh he'll let her sleep, this I'm sure of.  The look on his face was of complete shock."  She glanced over to her husband, "I could almost hear his thoughts.   Wondering if they had danced beneath the sheets last night."  The woman just shook her head.  "I still can't believe she helped this stranger, of all people, and in these times."  The woman just shook her head completely baffled by this child.<br/><br/>"Well, we have to have faith, Mother, that she knows what her limits are.  After all, she isn't like us.   This entire village has tried to help protect her all her life.  Perhaps this is a door to a reality we never let her touch, maybe we were wrong in sheltering her so."  He said sadly.    Picking up his cup of morning tea, he had no more to say on the subject.  And it seemed his wife did not either.  So they waited in silence for the stranger to join them.