he who hesitates is toast

She tugs gently and walks with him back out of her room, along the quiet halls of the Citadel, and out into the clear cool night. The stars are so thickly scattered in the sky and the moon is so bright that there's more than enough light to see by. The grass is fragrant underfoot, and she can smell lakewater and turned earth as they get close.

The little hut is just as he left it, except for one thing: instead of one throw folded on the chest at the foot of the bed, there are two.