The Owl

I awoke to the smell of bread and the faint smell of a fire and something cooking. I sat up, but right away i fell back with a loud groan. My stomach was sore as hell and it hurt as i breathed in sharply. 

"Your awake.."said a small velvety voice

I turned my head to see where the soft voice had come from and spotted a woman crouching before a fire, stiring a small black cauldrin nestled on a metal bracer. She stood up and walked toward me before sitting next to me in a small wooden chair. She was beautiful up close, even though her sandy blonde hair was filled with small twigs and her clothes hung about her like old drapes. She looked at me with golden glazed over eyes before reaching her hands forward to run up my gut and chest, wincing at the faintist touch.