His absence was not a thing to not be noticed. She noticed it even though she wished she did not…
One the first morning of the day after Cassius had left the witch alone in her cottage, Lydia awoke earlier than she would have wanted to when sleep refused to take hold of her again, she was forced to rise to her feet.
The first thing she missed was his warmth. The warmth of the man in whose embrace she had nestled for the past days. She missed that warmth. No matter how much she wrapped her body with whatever bed cover she had, it was not enough to produce that same warmth he gave.
That was the beginning of her missing his presence.
When she arose from the bed and found she had no chore to do, she went on to make breakfast for herself. Only after she had poured beans fitting for two into the pot did she remember again that she was once again on her own and needed to only make portion for one… Again she was reminded of him and she missed him.
