There can't be any difference in the air.

Just a minute." The Harvester pushed open the screen, went to the bench, and seating himself, drew the cover closely around her.
"Don't speak a word for a long time," he said.

"Just rest.

If I tire you too much and spoil everything, I will be desperate." He clasped her to him, laid his cheek against her hair, and his lips on her forehead.

He held her hand and kissed it over and over, and again he watched and could find no resentment.