She sighed again, shrugging. "I was just remembering what you told me Tuesday night -- not that I'm mad at you. It's just that the memory is painful for me. Your poem has made me feel vastly better about it, but I'm wondering how long it will take your heart to heal. Will it ever heal?" Sappho laid her head on his chest. "I care so deeply for you, but I'm afraid of rushing you. And if I attempted to express just how much your poem has touched me, you probably would feel rushed."