- How is she? Are there any changes?

   - I do my best, but the girl is very weak. She had too many things thrown at her at the same time. And to top it off, the cold also knocked down. While I manage to keep her soul in this world, but every hour it becomes more and more difficult to do this. Don't forget - I'm just a healer, not a healer. If her magical reserve was not empty, then she could take strength from it for restoration, otherwise I can’t promise you anything.

   As if through cotton wool some voices reached my consciousness. They sounded very close, then far and muffled. They also irritated and disturbed the silence and the peace in which I was. I just wanted to tell my neighbor in the ward to turn off this nonsense and let me sleep. But he didn't have the strength to move or say anything. Yes, I didn’t even manage to open my eyes, let alone arrange a showdown and be indignant.

    Questions were asked in an impatient male bass with a note of discontent and irritation. They are definitely not interested in such a tone about the state of a person who is important to you. And a female, old, lisping and slightly creaky voice answered him.  

   Despite the prostration in which my mind was, I perfectly remembered what had happened to me. Suddenly, seismic activity woke up in the long dormant mountains, and before I could get out of the cave, I fell under a collapse. But I was lucky to fall into the inner reservoir, from which, the undercurrent, carried me to the outside world. To top it off, I think they even saved me. And now I, apparently, in a semi-conscious state, lie in some kind of hospital. 

    The fact that I survived made me very happy. But the fact that I could not move, and my consciousness constantly fell into some kind of emptiness - not very much. Also that annoying background. It’s not like my roommate is watching some useful program that everyone is interested in listening to, so she turned on some kind of fantasy nonsense. Also tearful. I never liked melodramas, spiced with the wild fantasy of the screenwriter and director, who used it incomprehensibly before starting to create their "masterpieces". You need to look at life realistically, and not invent fairy tales, and then start believing in them.

   “Sir, have you already found out who she is?”

 - No. There were no tribal monograms and coats of arms on the carriage. In any case, on the part that we managed to extract from under the rubble. On the liveries of the guards accompanying her as well. Although, most of them remained buried under stones. How could you think of driving through a mountain gorge at night? Someone was obviously in a hurry to the next world. But that's none of my business. It remains to be hoped that after the rain stops and we begin to clear the road, we will be able to find out who the demons carried through the dangerous transition in bad weather. Although, the storm is raging for the third day. I'm afraid that when everything stops, we won't be able to find any traces. There were also several new landslides in the mountains. So let's wait for news from neighbors. Someone will be looking for her. Well, or she herself will tell us everything when she regains consciousness. And after all, outwardly, the girl did not suffer much and is relatively intact. It means that she did not fall under the rubble with her people.

   - Most likely, lea used her gift or the gods themselves helped her. I don't see any other option. But the body, weakened by fasting and abstinence, plus a completely depleted reserve, does little to help her recover. Just look at how pale she is and how thin her hands are. Perhaps if she had not fallen into a mountain river with icy water, she would have been more likely to get out.

   - If she had not fallen into the river, then she would not have had a chance to survive at all, since predators would have torn the girl apart. I don’t understand how it was possible to bring a novice with a gift to such a state and where her relatives looked. They are there in the monasteries, what, they don’t feed the girls at all?

     - As far as I heard, aristocratic thinness is now in vogue. So it is quite possible that she brought herself to such a state.  

    - What nonsense. A magical gift always requires replenishment. Yes, and in order to use it, you need strength, which means good health and body. 

   - You are right, sir, but this applies to men. All that is required of gifted women is to give birth to an heir endowed with magic. A few of them use what the gods have given them. By the way, you should take a look at her. You also do not hurt to think about procreation. Justine knows how to warm the bed well, but she...
  
 - Mind your own business, old hag. 
 
   With a dissatisfied growl, the man sharply reined in his elderly interlocutor, not allowing her to finish the phrase. And she was not even indignant about this, continuing the conversation. And what example does television set for our children and the younger generation?! It's good that I haven't watched all this nonsense for ten years now. I tried to squeeze out a request to turn off this insanity, but nothing came of it. And this is the last thing that scared me. I hope everything is fine with me and this is a temporary phenomenon. 

 - It's a pity that her reserve is empty. And if so, then we have no way to determine what gift she owns. Otherwise, you would feed it by sharing some of your power. Look, then the girl would wake up faster. And you can’t take risks like that, so as not to make things worse. You never know, suddenly you have conflicting magic. Mister, don't you still have raw magic storage crystals lying around?

  - Yes, she already drank two artifacts to the bottom! And yet no result is visible. I hope her relatives will reimburse me for all the costs and adequately reward me for saving the girl. And then with her alone losses. You, I see, also poured almost a year's supply of potions into her. AND? What do we end up seeing? But nothing. 

  - Why not? The girl's fever had already subsided. Hopefully, with God's help, she'll be on the mend. In any case, whatever the end may be, it won't be long. Either she will wake up in the next day, or she will go completely beyond the line.  

M-yes, but I look, knights and gentlemen have disappeared not only in the real world, but you can’t find them in the cinema during the day with fire. Everyone and everywhere is now looking for profit. Even a girl can't be saved just like that. Immediately ready to bill for their services. Well, yes, there is nothing for people to hang noodles on their ears. Everyone should know that medicine is paid, wherever it is, both in life and even in fairy tales.

  - All. I went to myself. If there are any changes in the state of our guest, you will send one of the maids to inform about it. I have enough problems without it.

   Listening to a strange, if not to say delusional dialogue that had nothing to do with reality, I was ready to start praying to all the gods of the past and present, so that they would either break the TV or once again plunge my consciousness into unconsciousness. And, apparently, my mental messages were nevertheless heard. I don’t know by whom, an electrician or non-existent saints, but the voices disappeared, and I was able to plunge into silence again.