Walking hand in hand with someone was a delight. Erato thought for a moment how walking with her Alan might feel- but after lingering on the pain of it, she let the moment pass. Much was smiling so sweetly at her as they headed out into the night together, and she folded her hand around his tightly, walking so close together that their shoulders bumped.
"I have always thought that you are a delight," she said. "Aren't the stars just magical tonight?"