I’ve lived fifty per cent of my entire existence in the body of a human, with all of the weaknesses that come with it, but this is the first time I’ve ever felt helpless.
It’s been almost a week and there has barely been any improvement in Orenda’s condition. I’d say she’s clinging to life, but that would imply she’s trying and I’m not so sure that she is. Every day I tend to her. I brush her hair, keep her company, and I try to keep her fed. Soups and broths are the only thing she can get down, but at least it’s something. She speaks the occasional word every now and then, but they take so much out of her that I encourage her not to speak and keep her strength. She’s able to communicate much better telepathically, so she mostly responds that way. While I miss hearing the sound of her voi
