It was night.

She sat in a corner asleep.
Her soft chin was tucked into her soft collar, her gold-brown lashes lay on her cheeks.

He doted on her delicate little nose, her perfect lips, her ear like a baby's, and the gold-brown curl that half covered it.
They were passing through the jungle.

It was warm and dark and far away.
Then she woke up and said, "Have I been asleep ?" and he answered, "Yes.
Are you all right?
Here, let me--" And he leaned forward to...

He bent over her.