midday
`` I guess the Onists might consider you pretty ; the Onist men might stamp their feet and shout if you go by -- but then , they are Onists . '' At that , she seemed on the verge of leaving my prison hut , but something made her change her mind . She stayed all morning and on into the afternoon . We argued all the time , except at midday , when she went outside to get our lunch . She stumbled a little and fell half against my shoulder . I moved toward her to hold her up , and it was the most natural thing in the world to take her in my arms and kiss her . She must have thought so , too ; she responded beautifully -- for an Onist .