He slowly kneels in front of her.
She nods. Thanks him silently.
Lana sits cross-legged on a woven rug. She hears a floorboard creak. She looks up. SneakySex - Lana Roy - Silent Retreat
He doesn’t leave. He points to the meditation bell. Then to his ear. Then to her lips. He slowly kneels in front of her
Low light. A single candle. A thin wall separates them from the main lodge. SneakySex - Lana Roy - Silent Retreat
The GROUNDSKEEPER (30s, flannel shirt, quiet confidence) holds her leather journal. He extends it.