Angel

Arathorn woke with a groan, feeling sore all over. The confused Ranger had no idea how he had come here and where 'here' was in the first place.

A few moments later he heard sounds of movement in the room and then the face of an angel was leaning over him, holding a cloth.
“Ah, you are awake. Can you hear me, sir?”
But Arathorn could not find his voice and only looked up at her, smiling foolishly.
She sighed and the face disappeared.

Her or none the lovestruck Ranger thought as he went back to sleep, hoping that she was real.