"Elanane," she said.
"Don't say it," he warned softly. "I can watch the stars, too."
"They're so silent and quiet and big."
"And peaceful," agreed Guy.
"I've been lonesome," said Leilanane plaintively. It was with effort that Maynard resisted the impulse to put his hand on her shoulder.
"Are you now?" he asked softly.
She shook her head. "Elanane, I want to talk."
"Go right ahead," smiled Guy. "I like to hear you."
"No—this is important, and it is hard for me to begin."
"Serious?"