That gets him nodding again, looking terribly apologetic. There is such joy in seeing her that it's almost heartbreaking in itself. These weeks, he hasn't been able to make much sense of why he was back, who would want him, what his greater purpose might be. He has been grateful to be alive, but doubtful that he should be.

The idea that it's another chance for them hits him like a cavalry charge.

He says into her ear, "Messages from Logistykon for some, Epithimetykon for others. Mayhap Thymoeides, too, but I can't be sure. Speaking of the truth, of answers. But people say they're long dead."

Before letting her respond, he pulls back, looks at her, and falls to kissing her again.

"Do you have a room? We should go to it, or to mine."