The girl rolled off him and onto her back, her flanks perspiring. She blinked, slightly taken aback. He usually stayed the night, and left in the morning. This time, it really did seem as though he was grabbing what pleasure he could, and hurrying off to some war.<br/><br/>Silently, she watched with a half-smile as he got dressed with efficiency, with the practiced ease of a man who was used to doing everything quickly. When he was done, she slid her arms around him from behind and murmured into his ear. "Six months, luv. I ain't goin' anywhere."