And you.'
'Why me?'
'You make the world so much closer. I can't run, or close my mind
anymore. Almost, I can't hide from the questions..... I can't
speak of it now. Not yet.'
Sylviana knew he would say nothing more. Again she stroked his arm,
felt his hand encircle her wrist, then rose to prepare a meal.
*
That night as they lay together among the furs that made their bed,
Kalus moved close beside her and buried his head against her chest.
Though they had slept together many times, he had not yet tried to make
love to her. In his instinctive way he sensed she was not ready, and in
fact this voice inside him was correct. He still, in part, represented
to her the harsh world from which he came, a world she was not ready to
fully accept, or give herself up to. But this was not what held him
back now. A fear that he could not understand---the fear of losing the
things he had found---haunted him now as it had for weeks, seeming to
intensify with each passing day.
Sylviana stroked his hair, now smooth, and felt him warm against her.
They lay thus for several minutes, until she realized he was crying.
She took his face in her hands, not understanding.
'I'm sorry,' he said quietly, shaking his head and clearing his
eyes. 'I didn't mean to frighten you.
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