Making a name for oneself

Stepping into the rooms I was able to get into the one where Radeus and Miria were at. Miria was covering his wounds with bandages and he seemed to hiss with each new strap. His eyes were squinting continuously while she was applying more healing rags. I saw the number of wounds on his body, the scars… They will never leave unless they are fully healed. I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't help him.

"You didn't have to steal that apple from them! Do you even know what happens to me when those men come here…" Only after saying this did she notice my presence in the room? She quickly jumped up from the chair and bowed before me, looking at the floor. Her hands in front and her short hair more spread out. "Thank you so much! I must apologize but would you be so kind and give me your name! I want to know the name of a man who saved me from a very bad fate… I will be eternally grateful!" She spoke in a boisterous fashion as if something else took her over.