All the while Ninsun was looking at, no, enraptured with, my harps injuries and travel worn parts... I came to realize that Louis was looking at me almost the same distracted way that Ninsun appeared to be intent on my instrument. How strange the ways of romance and... could it be love?? My eyes fail not, the harp is in good hands but, my emotions are reeling in the hands of Louis's gaze. "Oh, heart.. I silently think... where has your sense gone off too? Can you be mended by love or the idealism of romance?" As I look into Louis's eyes I know something is different. He seems more than just a bit delighted or refreshed. How do men experience love? As I ponder, Ninsun scurries away muttering something about taking good care of my harp and not to fret about it. Well, I ponder, my fretting isn't about the harp as much as about my situation with Louis... As Ninsun departs I distractedly comment... "Ok, Ninsun, hurry back! Thank you, dear lady."