Meiranis slowly opened his eyes, feeling the comforting warmth of the sun on his back and the young woman cuddled up against his chest. Gently, he stroked her hair, smiling, "Looks like you're warming up to me, my dear." He held her in his arms, remembering a time, long ago, when he and his wife would do this. But that was a time forgotten, a memory he did not wish to remember.