Olivera opened her mouth to say or shout something like 'Raul!', or probably 'welcome Raul', but nothing came out of her mouth that had gone slack for lack of activity.
Her heart kept skipping a beat as she drank in the sight of Raul stepping into her room.
When he had spoken the first time, he had been at the doorpost, his eyes bland of any emotion, just taking on what was going on in front of him, trying to comprehend why they were all awake by this time, and why his gamma was lifeless on the posh floor.
But now, he was almost in front of her. Olivera was tempted to stretch out her hand to touch him by his cheek, to feel him, to know that he was really here.
It had been many weeks since they had last seen each other-she had kept count-and the longing in her heart had only grown stronger during their time apart.
As her eyes locked onto him, she found herself at a loss for words, unable to express the depth of her emotions.
