Orion smiled as Rosemary took his hand. Never in his life had he felt so much like he had a friend. He wouldn't venture to say that aloud for fear she might contradict him or be offended, but he treasured it inside.
He didn't push the issue of Rosemary questioning Rollick. "Sure, we can talk about things. I can tell you what I think your husband might enjoy you doing with your mouth. But do you think Julen would mind if I did...? I mean, he might not want us talking about stuff like that. I don't want him getting mad at you. Or at me, for that matter. He might think I was... being improper with you. You could talk to your woman friends and see what they do for their men, if you don't want him getting the wrong idea. Or we could just not tell him."
He felt for Rosemary as she talked about how helpless she'd been while Julen was suffering in the shanty town. Orion didn't interrupt her as she got the water, but when she'd presented the mugs to the new arrivals, he said softly, "It's a horrible feeling, isn't it? People hurting, people you care about, and nothing you can do. I know what it's like. Not able to save them. Hell, not even able to save myself. I'm sorry you had to go through it. But you're a strong woman, and I know you bring help and comfort to lots of people. That matters a lot."
Orion was taken by surprise by Cindy's words, and for a moment he just looked at her. He couldn't remember another time in his whole life when anyone had claimed to be like him. Not his clients, not his fellow whores, and certainly not that vicious bastard Snyde. To hear someone say they were alike-- and apparently consider being like Orion a good thing-- not only shocked him, but touched him deeply. And that, his own reaction, surprised him almost as much.
He gave Cindy an encouraging smile. "Huh. Yeah, that's right. Guess we are the same, aren't we?"