Miraculous Healing

Nat's dreams were suddenly interrupted by a strange feeling that flowed into him. His pain vanished and his fevered dreams of home were suddenly dispelled as the urge to wake up drove him towards consciousness. He opened his eyes to find a young lady collapsing on top of him. He grunted softly and then realized it hadn't pained his side. He checked it and couldn't find the wound. Surprised and amazed by his good fortune to be alive he next spotted Dyl leaning over him. His face appeared drawn with worry which smoothed when he saw Nat's eyes open.
"What happened?" were the first words out of Nat's mouth.
"You are back!" Dyl cried exultantly. "She saved you!"
"Who is she?"
"Umm...she didn't say," Dyl looked a bit embarrassed.
Nat gently lifted her, marveling at her muscle and then positioned her so he could examine her. Suddenly he started. She was the one who had distracted him and almost cost his life. She looked almost like the girl from the woods, though the clothes were different. Relatives? No matter a lady was in need here and his dear old mother would never forgive him for tarrying when someone needed help. "Help me take her to the village and let's find a bed or at least a soft, warm place for her to lie. Then we can try reviving her. Tell me everything about the battle after I went down." Nat slowly stood. He still felt weak and apparently he hadn't regained his strength. He examined himself. He repeated the examination. Not a scratch. He felt his neck for the gash and it was gone. His side didn't even have a scar. In the meantime Dyl explained about how the Siltinians had broke and pulled back, how the village had been rescued, how he had found Nat, and, most importantly to Nat, how this strange girl had healed him.
"She put some sort of crushed herb in your wounds and then she was holding your arm and suddenly collapsed on top of you as you were opening your eyes. She must have had too much excitement for one day," Dyl concluded.
Nodding agreement Nat carefully wended his way along holding the girl between them.
"Those herbs seem to work marvelous things! How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine but drained of energy and strength. I must have lost too much blood. It is all I can do to help you carry her." Upon arriving at the village they found that all the buildings were full of wounded and there was no room at all for more. They finally ended up taking some clean blankets from some dead soldiers and creating a bed for her near a little brook flowing on the outskirts of the village. Nat, sagging from exhaustion was unable to do more than sit idly by and let Dyl go find some smelling salts or anything really to help revive the lady. Dragged down by weariness, though, Nat finally sank into a deep sleep and didn't wake up until morning. He woke up to find Dyl cooking breakfast and the young lady still unconscious.
"She hasn't woke up all this time?" asked Nat.
"No. It's as if she is just sleeping normally though. See her chest still moves."
Nat glanced back to see if that was correct and heaved a sigh of relief. Then he got up and still rather weak but feeling invigorated got a good refreshing drink from the brook. As he returned from the brook, now wet, bloody, and muddy, the young lady yawned and stretched luxuriously before opening her eyes and looking around.