Lilith was slumped on the floor beside the bed. She was asleep but she was still holding on to Boyce's hand.
Boyce stirred and opened his eyes.
He was sore all over and his head throbbed. He touched the small gash on the side of his head, with his free hand, then he became aware of the hand that he was holding. He looked down to where the pretty novice was, her face resting on the bed, like a sleeping angel waiting for a waking kiss.
He stroked her hair and her cheek until she, also, finally woke up and accepted his gentle caresses.
"How do you feel today?" she asked him, getting up off the floor and sitting at his side, on the bed.
"I can imagine how Grenadine feels!" he muttered.
"What?" she asked him but he never answered.
"You are Lilith?" he checked and she nodded. "I am Boyce!"
She smiled at him.
"Boyce!" she repeated. "That's a beautiful name!"