"When will they be here, Morgan?"
"Soon, I think. Try not to worry."
"May I have another drink?"
"Sure." He started to rise.
"No, nevermind. Don't get up. I'll be all right; just don't get up."
He drew her closer, warmed her shoulder with his hands.
"Remember," he said, "don't worry about looking scared. You play the part of a refugee among enemies, saving yourself by being my mistress. Your natural reactions, whatever they are, will be all right."
"Well I'm glad of that. Oh Morgan, I wish it was over."
"So do I….. Oh, also. Don't be alarmed if he speaks of your past or your family. He'll have found all that out ahead of time."
"I'm scared."
A warning light lit above the doorway.