Helena

"Come in!" Hal calls out, not looking up from honing his axe. He got the weapon from Woden, who in turn recieved the axe from his own Master. It is a simple weapon with a handle of charred ash, carved with a few simple runes. The axe head itself is a Draocorian design, with a broad blade and long beard. The steel is of impeccable quality, despite the simplisticness of the design. Hal has no idea how old the axe is, but it is one of his most prized posessions all the same.

Whilst Hal's mind is absent, thinking about his gear, the door opens and Helena enters. She carries a small bundle of cloth in her hands, tied with a strip of twine. "I got you something."

Hal looks up, smiling "Oh?"

She hands him the bundle of cloth, which he promptly unwraps, revealing it to be a replacement for his damaged shirt. "You didn't have to do this, Helena. But thank you all the same."

"Try it on!" She says, eager to see if it fits him properly. Hal nods, pulling this shirt on, which fits perfectly.

"It's better than my old one. I don't understand, though. I've been up here for maybe twenty minutes since I finished eating, how did you get to the tailor this quickly?"

Helena blushes slightly "I sent Fern while I was in the kitchen. She just got back with it."

"How does it look?"

"Good. You look... good." She blushes more. "Let me change your bandage."

"Thank you" He grins, pulling the shirt back off again and placing it carefully on the dresser nearby. Helena kneels next to his chair, untying the bandage wrapped around his chest.

"Hold still now, I don't want this to hurt you." Soon she removes the bandage, placing it on the floor and grabbing a clean one. As she turns back to him, she gasps in shock. "B..but how?"

"What?" Hal asks, beginning to worry.

"Your wound... it's... well, it was very bad when my father brought you back, but now it's a simple cut, and it looks like it's already scarring in some places. I don't understand." She sounds happy that he's getting better, but still unsure how he's doing it.

"I heal fast, I told you that" Hal chuckles

"This isn't normal, though, Hal. Does it hurt?" She asks

"Not too much."

She sighs in confusion, before beginning to wrap his chest in the bandage once again. "At this rate, I can take this off you in the morning, and you'll be back to normal, with just a scar to prove you got hurt."

"That's a good thing, isn't it?"

"Well, yes, but there has to be something else going on here." She leans closer, inspecting the bruises left by the bulky man's maul. "My father said you were still fighting after most men would've been taken down."

"Adrenaline, I suppose." He replies.

Helena nods, standing up. "I wanted to say thank you for protecting my father. I know when isn't telling me something, and I think the situation was at lot worse than he's saying." She leans forward.