"I set up camp," Jonathan began, hoping to make his explanation sound logical, "then decided I should get some…" his gaze met Ophelia’s, "water. And I hoped I would see you again…" He looked at the open canteen, forgotten in his hands.
When she touched his arm he was overwhelmed by feelings of welcome and relief. Someone to share… he heard a soft voice whisper, although the woman beside him had not made a sound.
His scientific mind was instantly intrigued by this new development, but on a deeper level Willoway felt a kind of acceptance he had never known.
