It was at that moment, a small, thin figure had appeared. A mute little girl, her eyes too old for her face, dressed in the rough robes of a low-level disciple from a minor sect called the Profound Pill Sect.
She had seen him, a bloody and terrifying stranger, and instead of running, she had struggled with all her might to drag his heavy body from the water.
She had no reason to help him. They were strangers. She was weak, overlooked, and mistreated within her own sect. Yet, she had used her meager knowledge of herbs to tend to his wounds, sharing her pitifully small portions of food and water with him, guarding him while he was unconscious.
When he finally awoke and recovered enough to use his power, the first thing he did was heal her. He discovered the muteness was caused by a blocked meridian, a simple fix for someone of his ability.
The first sound she ever made was a gasp of shock when she realized she could speak, and the first word she spoke was a hesitant "...Thank you."
