I realize which man is coming towards us, Georgios... well I am certain he will not recognize me, and if he should why would he speak to me. I see that Liva is looking frightened as he comes closer to us, laying my hand over hers I speak softly, "Its very cold this morning... go inside and get my woolen himation... the wind is strong this morning." I nod to her sending her off with Father passing a glance between us. My companion does as I bid her and I turn away to look at the sea.

I try not to let my curious nature get the best of me, knowing that the poor devil will probably still be ill this morning and where he has lost his lady to. I glance over my shoulder and watch him as he approaches the docks, gray eyes taking in his features. He appears green this morning, and for that I am sorry. I remember what it is to be ill on the ocean and the waters look unforgiving today.

The careful styling of my hair is being made short work of with the wind brushing past me, breaking down my curls to brush against my cheek and neck. He sees me watching him, there is nothing I can do but blush and offer a light smile before moving my eyes from his face. I pray he does not come closer and recall my face.