Cassandra didn't draw away from him. She craved whatever human connection could be given to her. Physical things would make everything less mental.
"You and me," Cassandra repeated as he held her face, giving a little nod. "No world, no souls, Cassandra and Charles only. Please," she begged quietly, "leave me not? When my room looks like the sunsets of Troy all will be simple but tonight we may share one bed?"