"Zeiss... Zeiss, are you in pain?" Eleven squeaked, her heart racing from their recent actions. What had come over her? And why did he not pull her away?!
"No... Let us remain like this for a while longer."
His voice indeed bore the weight of pain, and she found herself pondering its source. They lingered in that intimate embrace for several minutes before he gently withdrew, taking her hand in his as they exited the cemetery. The carriage awaited them. Zeiss assisted Eleven into the carriage first before seating himself opposite her. Both their hearts thudded in synchrony from the tempest of emotions they had just experienced.
