That night they talked till sleep took the two of them, soon to be taken by sleep where then the two of them slept within the comfort and security of each others arms.<br/><br/>The first few rays of the sun broke through the tiny cracks of their stone shelter hitting Sara in the face stirring the woman from her slumber though she was slow to move from beneath the warmth of Terrence's arm. There she lay in the dim light of the mornings rays and looking over the cleanly shaven face, the hard lines of his rough past etched into his face doing nothing but seeming to add to the character of his face. Making him appear more handsome to her though with what she had to compare him to it was not that hard to see why she thought of him as handsome.<br/><br/>Unable to control herself she reached out and slowly she allows her fingertips to trial slowly over his face, following the lines and contours of his face. Down along his nose, across his lips, along his jaw; allowing her fingers to see for her as she seemed to be committing his face to not only visual memory but also the memory of touch.