Aries laid her into a shallow area of the beautifully peaceful lagoon which blossomed in the middle of tiny island paradise.  He could be quite tender in rare moments as these.  His hands brushed through her white hair.  "Relax.  Its over now."  Ripping off the sleave of the black, silken garment her wore, he wetted the cloth and touched it to her face, mostly her lips.  "Conflict tempers us into better men and women.  That which doesnt make you stronger.... weakens you.  We mustn't allow that..." the powerful immortal pampered her this way as the pool worked its magics.  He squeezed the clothe under the water to soak it up and bring it to her lips... letting her drink without risking falling over into warm, shallow waters.  He spoke low to her as he waited beside her and sat guard over her... like a statue on a ledge at a cathedral.