She stood in partial shadow watching them sitting together on the floor. But they did not notice. There was no reason they should have. If there was one thing she did better than getting noticed it was going unnoticed.

She hardly breathed when she saw Aeryn lean back into his arms. They were talking to each other...low and intimate...she couldn't hear what they were saying, but it didn't matter. As usual her eyes were taking in parts of him. Those lips that she had kissed briefly. Those eyes that could make her go warm or cold, depending on his mood as well as her own. Those hands....

Pain jerked her from her revery as she watched him touch Aeryn's hair. Such a small jesture. But it was one that cut through her causing her to shiver, an involuntary spasm that could have revealed her if they had not been too wrapped up in each other.

She pulled back when the tears came, enveloping herself more completely in Moya's folds. She couldn't let them see what their moment meant to her, did to her. From Aeryn there would be scorn, from him pity. She wanted neither.