She shifts her body back to the pot, focusing on it now that the problem has been solved. Now that he takes a closer look at her, her facial details, they are more than what he saw before, but sadly he can't focus on them as much as he would have liked due to the pain, but he saw her nose and her mouth better up close. He then looks back at the fire and instinctively springs up with his hands which now ackee in pain, but was able to get up before the pain stopped him. He tries to make as much distance between him and the fire as much as he could, even if he is now in the cold again. She spots him doing this and just glances once at him and doesn't acknowledge him more than that. He then remembered about his axe and how it's so close to the fire, and he feels scared that the fire will get it too. Is it fear or being scared? Scared... Fear... no, these are two diffrent words.
He ignores himself for a moment as he takes the long way around the fire to get to his axe. As he approaches the axe as its close to the fire, he slowly takes each step to not be hurt by the fire again. He puts his weight in his back leg, which hurts a little as it was the same one he fell on yesterday, but he pushes through. On this side, he finds something else with his axe, a sword that he didn't see due to the angle. Sword... Saif... Why does his mind tell him that those two words have the same meaning, even if they sound different. As he approaches, he thinks more about this word 'Saif'. What was it, and why was the voice screaming it out to him. It has to do with something about who and what he is. And if so, then who or what is the dreamer. He then remembered how this person asked him the same question of 'What are you?' He gets it now. He is the dreamer. That's what he is. But then what is Saif? It's your name. My name? What is a name? Who you are. But aren't I the dreamer? That is what you are, not who you are. My name... So Saif is who I am. After this conversation with himself, he understands it now. He is Saif. Saif is his name, and dreamer is his title. Everything fell together perfectly. It all clicked so perfectly. He finally reaches for his axe, he grabs it, but as both of his hands are currently out of commission, so he gently grabs it with both hands to spread out the load on them both and drags it away from the fire. He doesn't know how he knew doing this will be the solution to grabbing the axe even though both of his hands current hurt from just moving them. He felt pain from holding and dragging the axe, but not as much as when he grabbed it or when he placed his already hurting hand on the ground. From where did he get all this knowledge that feels so familiar?
As he finally gets a fair distance away from the fire where he doesn't feel it's warmth anymore and only feels the cold, he finally let's go of his axe. He doesn't like the cold, but he feels betrayed by the fire and how it did this to him after feeling so warm. It hurt him, and that's why he can't trust it. Still, he is worried for the person, as she is sitting really close to the flame. What was she doing anyway? She was placing things into the pot, but what are they. They are food... Food... What is food? It's something you need to eat. Why? To gain energy to do stuff. Do what? Whatever you want. His confusion only grows each time he learns something new. He still ignores Food for now as he doesn't want to think about fire right now. As he sits next to his axe in the cold, being carful to sit slowly so he doesn't put that much pressure on his hurt hand. When he sits down, the cold breeze makes him shiver a bit so he instinctively grabs his legs to keep himself warm. He doesn't want to think about how cold he is, as its really uncomfortable, so he tires to distract himself. Distract... Why? To not notice the thing you don't like. Either way, if it works, he wants to do it for now as he already has a lot of his mind and so many new things he doesn't understand.
One of the things is how he shoot himself up when first getting up after waking up. That's a lot of ups. Saif shakes his head and continues thinking and questions again of why he sprang up like that. Why it felt so... right. Like him knowing that he still didn't know using your limbs gently can minimise the pain from hurt limbs. Was he... adapting? No, that can't be it. Then what? Muscle memory? What is muscle memory. It's your body remembering movements after doing them constantly for a while or for long periods of time. But I just woke up, so how can my body remember? Remember what? His thoughts are intrupted by the person getting up from infront of the pot with something in her hand (A bowl). She walks towards him and all he can do is stare at her. When looking at her face, he liked looking at it. It was... Beautiful. Beautiful and something else too. Cu-... . His thoughts are intrupted by the person crouching down to his level again and putting something infront of his mouth after placing in first inside the bowl (She scooped some soup with a spoon). The spoon had something in it with some liquid (soup with some vegetables). It also let out a weird something (steam because it's hot). Saif doesn't really know what to do at all and just keeps switching his gaze from the spoon to the person. After a while of them just starting at eachother, she shoves the spoon closer towards his face, it was still a fair distance away, but this gesture was to tell him to eat. This completely goes over the Saif's head and he doesn't respond to it. When he looks at her face, he finds that her face is unchanging with the same expression she had since he woke up. She puts the spoon closer to his face again, but she does it in just slightly a quicker way.
Saif still doesn't respond at all and still doesn't know what to do. He feels like he is supposed to do something, but what was it? She moves the spoon closer to his face one more time and he still doesn't respond. She pulls away the spoon and sits there for a moment. She sat there, looking like she was thinking while staring back at him. She then got the spoon close to him again and this time with this motion she said with her soft and aloof voice, "Eat." Eat... Eat? How do I eat? Open your mouth. My what? Your mouth. Like this? Saif then open his mouth slightly, purely relying on instincts to do this. As he finally opens up his mouth, the person finally took that as an opertunity. She shifts her gaze to his mouth and moved her head up slightly in a way to have better accuracy. Then she puts the spoon in his mouth. Saif is taken by suprise by her doing this all the sudden and couldn't think before she used the spoon in his mouth to then lift his face up to force the food to the back of his throat and that caused his reflex to go off and he swallowed. As the food is going down his body, he feels it moving down it. It hurts slightly when it goes down, but his subconscious tell him it's because he didn't chew. Chew... isn't that when I use my teeth? Wait... why do I know this now and I am the one who is saying it first? It was always me who was talking to me.
As these thoughts go through his brain, she then scoops up another bit of food and places the spoon infront of him. To this, he then opens his mouth again, but before she shot his head up, he quickly pulled back his head with the food still in his mouth, but some of it fell out from his speed. Saif then feels a burning sensation from his mouth and quickly opens it so that the food would fall out. In his mouth, he was feeling a similar pain as the one he felt from the flame, way weaker yes, but still hurts. Saif, now feeling betrayed again tries to move back his body from this food as it hurt him too. The person, realising that the food was just hot, scooped another bit of soup in the spoon and gently blow on it a few times. She then placed the spoon infront of him again for him to eat. Saif was worried from the pain he just felt, but she just did something to it. She cooled it down. So it was hot but she cooled it, but can he trust her? He reluctantly with his body still pulled away, he opens his mouth and then she gently places the spoon in his mouth. The food was still hot, but it didn't hurt like the last time. When the soup hit his tongue, it was the first time he tasted food. Unlike the first time we're he barely had time to taste, and the second that burnt him. It tasted... good. He liked its taste. Taste... . This time, she doesn't shoot his head up and gently pulls out the spoon from his mouth with an abgle to drop the food in his mouth.
Saif then shifts his body to then get back closer to her again, and this time, he slowly starts to chew his food. He didn't know when he should stop, but at some point, it just felt right to sallow, and when he did, it didn't hurt. He didn't even feel it this time going down his body this time. He felt happy that for the first time, something he did didn't lead to pain, but to pleasure as this food is tasty. He continues to be feed by this person by her hand, spoon full after spoon full and waiting for him to slowly chew and swallow.