It had been weeks later when Migisi was allowed to walk again.

She had been spending many days confined to a hive, though the tribe had returned to continuing the way to their destination. As Migisi was not allowed to walk, she would spend the journey being strapped to a horse or on Kwanita's back, wrapped all around with blankets and bandages.

The medicine men would routinely perform rituals on her and change her bandages during them, burning the bloody bandages before replacing them with clean ones.

"It will destroy the evil spirits," said Kwanita. "With them gone, your wounds will heal, and if not, they will remain and become worse."

Migisi thought it was just as well, for she was too tired to move on her own anyway.

It had always been a struggle to stay awake after she first woke up that horrid night, though Migisi was pleased to learn that her wounds were healing quite well, so her energy was slowly but surely returning to her. Of course, she still needed all the rest she could get, the medicine men ordered it, so Migisi spent the majority of the journey sleeping.

Of course, it was not easy, especially after she met the father and mother of the child she had saved. They thanked her profusely, but were still angry with their son for ignoring their warnings of the danger that harsh winter night, though they did not scold him as harshly as Kwanita said they did that night.

As for the child, he had a guilty look on his face for many days, and whenever Migisi was awake, would not stop apologizing to her. She ended up having to order him to stop his apologies, for he learned his lesson, and now both he and his mother and father knew he would never do that again.

Migisi had returned to sleep after hearing this, a smile remaining on her face.

But now her exhaustion was almost gone at this point, and her wounds were almost completely healed to the point that she was wearing less bandages than before, though the medicine men still performed rituals, only this time to chase away any spirits of bad luck.

Though while her strength returned to her, Migisi still had to be confined to a horse until the medicine men were sure that she would be able to walk with the rest of the tribe.

"How long will that be?" she had asked Kwanita, who had been walking alongside her horse, perfectly matching his pace while Honan was walking alongside her.

"It should not be too long," answered her mother. "You must have patience my son, the injuries that you suffered were serious after all."

Migisi slumped. "I understand Mother, it's just..."

Kwanita smiled. "I know you want to help Migisi, but you can first help by letting your wounds heal and following the medicine men's orders to not strain yourself."

Seeing her mother's reasoning, all Migisi could do at that point was slowly nod and say, "Yes Mother."

Migisi knew she didn't really have any right to complain, especially since she knew she would only worry her mother and brother even more if she did try to help them.

Not to mention the medicine men would not be too happy with her either.

It was never wise to go against the word of a medicine man, much less more than one, and Migisi really did not want to be seen as a possessed child, nor did she want to change the way her new tribe saw her and Honan.

Now, night had fallen, and Migisi had watched as the sun dispersed over the horizon, turning the sky many different colors, each matching flowers and even plants. It was a beautiful sight, and as the stars began to appear, Migisi suddenly felt sad.

There went another day, soon to be lost and never relived.

Migisi sometimes wondered why the people never bothered attempting to honor each day that they lived, but supposed she was being hypocritical.

For I have done the same thing myself, she thought.

And it was that night that Kwanita reached up on the horse and grabbed her daughter, and instead of placing her on the ground, she set her on her feet.

Migisi blinked up at her. "Mother?" she called, confused.

Kwanita smiled down at her. "Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

Kwanita's smile widened. "Why, you are going to help set up the camp of course!"

"Eh?"

"Eh?"

Migisi and Honan looked at each other in surprise before turning back to their mother, who continued to smile at her children, even giggling at the sight of their confused faces.

"The medicine men have agreed," began the older woman, "your wounds are cleansed enough to return to work, saying you need to move so the scarring won't become stuck."

"Stuck?" Migisi suddenly felt ill all over again, and she was sure Honan was in the same predicament.

Seeing her daughter's reaction, Kwanita's smile became reassuring. "We just need to be sure that you will be able to move better with time my son. It's to further help with the cleansing process."

Despite still feeling sick, Migisi nodded. "Oh, of course. So, what do you want me to do Mother?"

She would spend the next part of the night helping to set up camp, work of which she was more than happy to return to.

She could finally be of use again, she could finally move again.

She could—

Kwanita smiled at her while they were working, and Migisi stared back, confused once more.

"We are finally here daughter," she whispered, so low that only she could hear. "Welcome to your new home."

Stunned, Migisi looked around, taking in the lands surrounding them as well as the dark sky full of many bright dots above, and smiled back at her mother.

It was beautiful.

They were finally here.

Their journey was finally over.

Migisi was sure nothing could have made her work faster.