It took a while to get Valor to a point where he was stable. The wound she had found him with had been dire–to say the least–and it was truly pure luck that she had found him when she did. Artorias had come in at some point while she was still cleaning up the man's wounds, answering her howl that she had made on her way into the castle with Valor, but after a brief explanation of how she had found him she had sent her brother away so that she could focus on her work, promising that she would fetch him once Valor was in any better state to speak. Even though the man had managed to speak with her a bit while she worked–mostly to make flattering comments that made her face flush–she didn't want him to strain himself until she was sure he was out of the worst of it. After careful cleaning and some stitches to hold the wounds closed while they healed, she sat back with a sigh to make sure nothing was missed. A few bandages and a move to one of the cots later, she gave Valor some pain medication and a little something to help him sleep and then went to a near by cot to get some rest herself.

The next morning as the sunlight streamed through the many windows along the outside wall of the infirmary, Gwyn blinked her eyes open with a yawn, groaning softly as she stretched her legs and slowly slipped off of the cot she had been sleeping on. After she shook out her fur and finished orienting herself she turned to Valor who she was glad to see was still resting peacefully. She had no doubt that the medications she had given him would start wearing off soon enough though and she wanted to take another look with fresh eyes at his wounds before then. Walking over to his side, she lifted a paw to his shoulder to gently shake him awake, giving him a small smile once his gaze found hers. "Good morning," she said as she went to carefully pull away the bandages that were covering the largest of his wounds. "How are you feeling?"

"Gwynevere Carpathius"

Valor slept. It was a much needed sleep. The herbs in his body worked hard to give him a deep, restful, dreamless slumber. Not in all of his life could the man remember being enveloped in such a deep sleep. He supposed that was a testament to the dark woman's skill. She had cleaned and stitched and medicated him with a practiced ease that still made him wonder if she was some sort of ethereal being. An angel just for him.

A gentle paw touched the big brute, pulling fiery eyes open. She was the first thing that he saw and a gentle smile tugged at his rugged features. The woman asked how he felt and Valor gave a contemplative rumble from deep in his wide chest. The sound reverberated through his wounds and made him regret the action, but he didn't react. His eyes were only for the woman beside him. How did he feel? "Like the luckiest man alive, my lady."

The healer went about removing his bandages and Valor did his best to assist her as he could, lifting gently and shifting so that it was easier to work upon his bulky form. "Might I ask the name of my savior?" If he'd asked before, he couldn't remember. The fever had eaten up a lot of his short term memory. He wanted to thank the woman by name, but first he needed to know that name. Valor wondered what she might be called. It was something beautiful, he bet.

"Valor"