Mary stood up, wiping her hands on her jeans as she did. "Are things bad?" she asked him, worried for him. "With other gods around here?"
At his own question Mary shook her head. "Couldn't sleep," she told him. "Didn't really mean to end up here but-" she gave a little shrug. "I didn't mean to ambush you."
He was so unutterably beautiful standing there in front of her, so strong and solid and she hated everything in this world that meant she wasn't allowed to just reach out and touch him.