His words were sparse, but there was a powerfully reassuring quality within them that convinced Emilia that yes, he did intend to come back. She said nothing as she watched him go, watched him recede away from the warm glances of torchlight, watched him disappear into the darkness until she could no longer see him. She stood there a moment, placing a cool hand to her warm heart and bowing her head in the dark to pray a silent prayer for her husband. Then she went back inside the chamber and closed the door. As she stumbled to the bed, her solitude grew heavy upon her- but she resolved that she would not cry herself to sleep another night.
She lay awake in the darkness, staring up at the ceiling and imagining that she saw not stone but the sky...black and endless with a million stars and a bright, full moon that watched her husband at this moment. There was a coldness she felt inside her that would not be warmed by any thickness of coverlet. Though Iago had never been fain to lie beside her so that skin met skin, the warmth she craved came not from his body, but simply from his presence...
A sudden pattering sound roused her, though in faith, she had been far from sleep. It had begun to rain, and Emilia had left the window open... She got up to close it, and found that her clear, velvet sky had been shrouded with the misty veils of cloud. She could not find the moon.
Her beautiful full moon had abandoned her, turned his face-and now the heavens wept.
Emilia looked away in despair and shut the window with sorrowed hands.