His heart tells him where she is before he sees her. He wears very little, but it doesn't matter. It's beneath his notice. Feet bare, just the slightest inner robe, unadorned, covers him.

He's strong enough to run. And he does, following his heart, hair wild in the wind as he ignores everything, everyone except her.

He doesn't ask, though perhaps he should. She is HERE. And without a word of greeting or ask for forgiveness, he reaches for her to pick her up and pull her close.

Even a fool can learn if given enough time to brood.