He waited.
"I love you," she repeated, clinging to him. "I have loved you for months. I have been foolish for you! I have been frightened to have you out of my sight; to have you do anything when I was not along for fear you would get hurt in some way! I've imagined all kinds of things that could happen to you—I am so foolish—I love—"
The words came up to him, choked, and he had to lean closer over her to hear.
She faltered, lifting her face from her hands.
"Yes?"
"I dreamed last night you were at the Dargai Hill—that you were killed, and I awoke sobbing in the darkness. I am—so foolish. I knew it wasn't true—" she turned her face away and wiped her eyes.
"And you love me—like that?" he asked slowly.
Behind them the tide crept in, covering portions of the peninsula and all of the narrow neck. Around them the mist lay heavy.
"But you were not frightened a little while ago and you were in danger then."
She shook her head.