Alone, all one

Njoro gently dried the Savage’s face with a warm cloth.
He’d been getting worse and worse during the early morning hours. His temperature was constantly rising and falling, and he seemed either to be delirious or unconscious.
She’d tried everything to restore his balance, but it seemed almost useless at this point.
It was as if the imbalance in him had grown too extreme for repair, and that no-one but himself could reach in to where these things could be set right again.
Maybe it wouldn’t even be possible at all in his present incarnation.
Most things pointed towards that.
She wondered what she would have to face if things turned out that way. She had been too shaken to have any clear vision since the Savage entered her world, and now she was focusing too hard on trying to help heal him to be able to see into her own future at all.
Whatever the outcome she would have to put her trust in Life, as always.
The great force of Life would always reward you for daring to trust in it.