Would be best to read the pieces above for more context. Most closely related to ‘A Question of Leisure’.
He had long forgotten the promise, more concerned about getting better so that he could return to the house he had left unattended for weeks. But she didn’t. On a wet, heavy day, she slipped into his room.
“Let’s go out,” the girl declared.
He looked at her, then out the window, where fierce winds tossed anything that wasn’t nailed to the ground.
Catching his look, she answered his unasked question. “Don’t worry. Where we’re going has better weather.”
With care, he rose to his feet. His healing injuries throbbed as he moved, but it was just a muted echo of the crippling fire of his original wounds.
The girl hooked her arm with his.
“Follow me. One step.”
She pulled him forward.
The guestroom opened up to soft grass beneath a canopy of orange-purple sky, peppered with wispy pink clouds. The ground ended abruptly a few paces before their feet, giving them an unobstructed view of an endless sky.
His breath left him in a hushed gasp.
In the quiet space, the girl’s chuckle was impossible to miss.
“This isn’t even the best spot.”
It didn’t seem possible for anything to top the otherworldly view, but if the girl thought she could outdo herself, then he wasn’t going to complain.
Before he returned to his post as a pioneer in a wasteland, he was going to drink his fill of everything she had to offer.