"I couldn't write. I tried. I had to come."
"Sit down. Why, you're soaking wet! Was it raining?"
"The palmera, the mist," he said.
"Come and change."
"Not yet."
He put his cheek against hers, his arms about her. Her arms went around him for an instant. Then they heard the sounds of horses arriving and people talking.
"Those are my men outside. I brought help, in case there's any need."
"What shall I do with your men, darling? How shall I feed them?"
"They've brought food. I'll send any further provisions they need. You'll keep them here, as long as you stay."
"How are things at Petaca?"