<div style="text-align: justify;">Oena was in sync with the sun, as she always had. It was not unusual during the warm season to catch her watching the sun rise from her bath in the river. During the cooler season, like now, she tended to cherish the warmth of the furs of her bed or even more the one of her husband.  This morning, she had remained under the blanket to ponder on different issues that had been submitted to her recently and to make sure she had given the best advice that she could. The answer was yes, of course, but while she was self-confident, Oena did not want to become so much so that it bordered on arrogance.<br/><br/>Getting dressed rather quickly, she went over to her husband, finding him exactly where she expected him to be. Oena smiled at him, feeling her heart swell just by looking at him. He was so handsome, and so focused on his herbs. She sneaked behind him, knowing full well that if he had a problem with his throat that left him voiceless, he certainly wasn’t deaf. She leaned over against his back and placed her arms around his neck. Oena pressed her lips against his cheekbones.<br/><br/>“What can a woman ask for more than a handsome husband dedicated at making her life easier?”  She whispered in his ear. Her long brown hair spilled over his shoulder as she stood crouched behind him. “I must be the luckiest woman alive.” She finished just barely louder. Keeping this conversation private between the two of them was what keep Oena’s tone so soft. Her relationship with Vanyel was precious to her and something she was very private about. She also knew that if she spoke too loud when he tried to speak, she would miss what he was saying.<br/></div>