Lorenso couldn't help but smile when she complained of him calling Gerrard her husband. He was reminded that she wasn't a normal Theiri maiden when she said she would need an excuse to wear his token; flowers being commonly seen on their clothes, only occasionally from an ilicit lover. Lorenso drank in her last kiss as if her lips were made of silk. The saddened face when they parted made him feel bad, but he knew it was from real love. "remember!" he called "look for me tomorrow night my darling" as she closed the door to his room.<br/><br/>Lorenso went and opened a box in his room, taking a cigar. He had gotten a taste for them as a teenager on the trading caravans in the south. Lighting it, he sat down with a drink at his telescope, and looked at the stars