Two Eyes Cenote Right hand

There's a pause of his wait, and his thinking is loud for two seconds that felt as though they were many. They are coupled with the shake of his head and his dry thoughts.
The breeze of his pelt, and the way Rashepsss turns his flank to him-- it is cold. He feels a length between their feet that was not there before. He takes time to injest it with a mouth running dry. The laugh that comes from him next is questionable.
Somber. A concubine, he says. He thinks it over in the depths of his mind, and the front is coming to terms with a new reality.
"Yes, I've seen her in passing. There are many beautiful faces amongst us." He can not imagine a life of parting from his duty of watching Rashepses' quarters. Foreign. "Let us see."