Lucius went down on his knees before her and gripped her hands tightly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, my love. I’m so sorry.” He looked up at her and she reached down to hold his head and stare into those tired, brown eyes she had gazed at so often before.
“We’re together now. We’ll make a new home in this place.” She looked about the plain, whitewashed walls.
“I can get some paints and other materials. Perhaps you can add some colour to this place?” He smiled.
“I think I could.”
Lucius lowered his head into her lap and let her run her hand over his head, his still-damp hair. It was soothing. They had so much to talk about, and yet words did not come easily.
“Tell me what’s happened, Lucius. Everything. I want to know.” She pulled him up and he sat again opposite her.
There was so much.
