Henry is out there as well enjoying the water garden that had cropped up; there was a bit of serenity about it that filled him with a bit of peace. There was nothing like that here in England. He does notice of course that he is not alone and this young woman seems to be absolutely enraptured by the play of stars across the sea.

He watches carefully before he steps forward.

"They are beautiful, aren't they? A certain magical poetry to them, it's easy to get lost in them."