They kissed in the gardens beneath the starlight once more. As though it was the first time yet again. Slow, tentative, exploring the hard one peace that had been agreed between them. Hand in hand they returned back through the well worn paths through the long lush grasses. Kivan led them back to his rooms, through the wooden framed door in the expansive window. Inside he saw that the curtains were pulled across the glass, bringing a quiet intimacy to the space.
Once inside, he surprised Sastra by leading her through to the bathroom, encouraging her to sit on one of the low wooden benches whilst the water filled. Knelt by the submerged pool with his sleeves rolled up, she realised that he looked tired. More worn than she had seen him before. She felt guilty, and more than a little foolish
