Lion Head Mesa it's the same old trick, they played their hand

she observed in pained silence the departure of the traveling trader, thinking still of her father. but the pain was quick to pass—he was happy, where he was! and this provided her comfort.
Toula looks to her husband, and nods to his words. with a soft smile offered to the servants as they moved on, she pressed closer to his side, comforted also by his presence. what is it, my heart? she murmured, looking to him when all company was too distant to catch even a word.