/lit/ - Literature

I'd like to be like those hermits who live up in the mountains, far away from civilization. The hero is exhausted, having walked for days, perhaps with enemies in his tail for a long time, and he finally collapses alone in the hostile woods. When he wakes up there I am; I've taken him to my cabin, wrapped up in warm blankets and I'm in the process of cooking us a meal, probably some sort of soup. I chat amicably with him for a while, we enjoy the food, he rests for a while longer and then he leaves; we probably never meet again and I might one day hear of his exploits, but I'm still in my cabin, far from everyone, but content knowing I did a stranger some good.