Later Nala comes to me, silently, gliding through the door. She makes no reference to what has happened between us and I say nothing. In the dark I hear her clothes rustle as they part to receive me, and then I conjoin with her again, looking into the skylight, admiring the figures of the constellations outside. This room, unlike many others in this section of the enclosure, offers a fine view of the heavens from their planet, not that I have ever been interested in astronomy.