If I'd known it was the last time that I'd see them, I might have said something. As I passed the gate on the way up, they were in the corner of the garden. Looking at something, I don't know what. Perfectly silent and still, standing in the shadows of the late afternoon. At the time it seemed unremarkable, so I continued walking.
My errand took a couple of hours and on the way back I noticed that they were still there. I spied for a moment through a knot in the wood. It was almost completely dark but they were dancing slowly, barefoot, to music that only they could hear. In the very last of the light I could hardly tell where one ended and the other began.
It makes sense now. He knew where she was going and that he would follow. I'm glad I didn't disturb them.