Shelter sounds great.

The hope of shelter and by association, a bed urges you on as you hurry through the wild growth of the forest towards the structure.

You scrape your legs through some incredibly wicked bambles, if you didn't heal super fast the serrated undergrowth would be the death of you via blood loss within a minute. Instead you leave behind a semi-bloody trail.

Side note, you have an incredible pain tolerance for things that only hurt for a split second by now.

You enter into the clearing.

Waist high wheatgrass extends out about 150 yards encircling a small thatched roof hut.

A small garden is marked by a cleared section of ground next to the building. You instantly note that the plants in the garden look unearthly.

The front door hangs slightly ajar and you can see dim light inside.

You enter the hut to find it larger than assumed inside. A warm and dry cottage interior with a loft greets you. Much more cozy and welcoming than the exterior might suggest. A stocked fireplace sits unlit but invitingly next to a overstuffed armchair. A tattered book lies on the seat. The walls are lined with dried goods and herbs. If you had to guess, this seems like the residency of an medieval era herbalist.

You peek at the book and see the title "Speaking with Spirits"

You could sit and read the book,

You could investigate the strange garden outside,

Or you could try to find someplace to catch a nap.