Luneshale Pass Cerastes

Empty space between them, now; a rift, a false hope for something — someone — perhaps untouchable.
This was her own fault. You too, Eset. I will keep you in my prayers. Even if you do not think you deserve it.
When the gaunt shadow of Eset disappears, her head tips back to face the scarred moon, bathing in its glow. To Sekhmey she prays tonight, whispered to no one.

O Sekhmet, Eye of Ra, Great of Flame
I praise You and fear You wholly, lady of protection;
Come forth, come toward our women, our Holy Queen, keeper of red sand!
Our Eset, your humble servant pleads
Protect us and preserve us from all arrows
And every evil of this year.

The desert breeze whistles as it tousles the fur of her back, and she imagines it is Sekhmet who embraces her in place of the woman who may never.