She did not forget the smallest trifle, for before she undertook anything she saw in her mind every detail involved, as if it were already completed.

Ulrich took no food which she had not prepared with her own hand, no drink which she had not herself brought from the cellar or the well.

She perceived in advance what disturbed him, what pleased him, what he needed.

If she opened or closed the curtain, she gave or withheld no more light than was agreeable to him; if she arranged the pillows behind him, she placed them neither too high nor too low, and bound up his wounds with a gentle yet firm hand, like an experienced physician.

Whatever he felt--pain or comfort--she experienced with him.
By degrees the fever vanished; consciousness returned, his pain lessened, he could move himself again, and began to feel stronger.