I still hear the girl in an unsteady state behind me.

There is just something else wrong. I ask her if I have done anything else mistakenly. Any other things that might send a wrong message.

"Y.You l.lifted my face and held my gaze. That would mean a claim of me was being made. You have taken my hand to lead me. A sign of a claimed relationship."

So, her fretful condition. It was not just her fear of the Goddess Dragon.

She returned to sitting across from the man.

You do not see how dusty a face has gotten until a face is trailed with tears. I had no hanky and felt an urge to help her dry her face with the sleeve or hem of her dress.

Just in thinking about that, she does it for herself. Glancing nervously my way after she did it.

That is when I noticed something. The man and the damsel have little ways to send messages. They have been doing it most of the night.

He is instructing her right now. When she gets all the signals, she lowers her eyes and asks "How unfamiliar with our ways and culture do you feel you are?"

I respond with a question back on how you would describe someone completely ignorant of their ways.

Inwardly, I am getting annoyed at the guy. He is sending small facial expressions and finger twitches. There is a slight bruise on her hand that was not there earlier. He had his hand around hers just earlier. This guy is pulling the strings and is not above sending a painful squeeze or pinch.

The damsel replies "We have several expressions. For extreme cases, a person is referred to as 'An Alien Spaceman'."

I sit up right away. 'Yes. That would be right. The sky of my world is more blue. The night skies are not marked by small moons. I am an alien spaceman to your world in a body different from I used to have."