Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

The soldier followed; she hadn't expected it. She turned from her reverie to face him, and stood slowly, yellow eyes wandering over his massive frame.

I— It's fine, she exclaimed, giving a shrug. I'm just feeling. . .lonely.

For lonely she did feel, and it surprised her. She balked a little at the description, holding back. It burned within her, though, very slowly.

She took note of her pads against the mesa rock, smiling to herself. It's fine, she repeated, and her voice might well have been lost in the wind.