Save Me

The next morning brought new realizations.

Beau was taken gradually out of sleep.

Sharp sounds were emanating from inside the tent.

Beau opened her eyes and saw why.

Mulan was sitting across from her sharpening her blade.

Beau tried to keep quiet as she sat up.

"How was your sleep?" Mulan's voice made Beau freeze.

"I slept well. Thank you for the blanket," Beau handed over the blanket.

"You're welcome," Mulan put her sword back in the scabbard.

She watched the warrior reattach the red cape.

"What are we doing today?"

Mulan looked at Beau.

"Philip is hunting. We're leaving camp. Then we're looking for the princess."

In response, Beau attempted to make the bedroll.

It was clumsy and loose.

The bedroll came undone in seconds.

Mulan grinned at the trial.

"Let me show you."

Mulan reached for the bedroll and restarted.

"First you need to grab the end tightly. Then you roll it tight all the way to the other side. After that you tie it."

Beau's gaze never left Mulan's concentrated face.

"Do you understand?"

Beau nodded.

"Tomorrow you can help disassemble camp. Right now I have to put away the tent."

They both left the tent.

Beau started over to where the fire was.

She sat down beside the flames and started thinking.

She still didn't know where she was.

She still didn't know who she was.

What she did know was the woman warrior made Beau feel safe.

That was all that mattered.