Anastasius followed, holding her hand loosely the way a lover might.  As they emerged, he paused, expecting the sunlight to blind her at least briefly.  Towards the outpost he could see Masina leading Mohini like a animal into the outpost, while Quintus drug the supplies like some bronzed statue of come to life.<br/><br/>"This way," he said and moved closer to her, reaching one hand around to rest on her hip to guide her across the gangplank.  Once they were on solid land he stepped back, holding only her hand again as he walked with her towards the outpost.  He watched the vineyard as they walked, reaching his free hand out to let a passing bee brush his finger.<br/><br/>"Can't be as evil a place as she thinks," he murmured more to himself than his captive, "Or the bees would have abandoned it as well."  Then he looked at her and cocked his head, "Maybe you'll tell me something useful about what happened here."<br/><br/>