Turns out, despite first impressions of a quiet hobbiton, there were many sick and injured among the people of the hill. After eating I quickly lost myself in healing and, for the first time since I had broken, I felt whole simply because I wasn't focused on myself. All ages, from babes to the elderly, came to me in pain only to leave with joy, many even with tears in their eyes. I cured simple scrapes to chronic illnesses.
Seeing the good I could do made me, for once, feel like I actually was strong. The helplessness finally left me.
I wanted to heal all night, but at length May and Miur pulled me back, insisting I needed to rest. I didn't agree, but the moment I'd lain down on a soft pallet I was out.