Lion Head Mesa But right now, I wanna be not okay

There was a part of her that felt acceptance and satisfaction as the Pharaoh indulged in her embrace.

When he had commanded that all find justice for the lost soul that was their Queen, Sokha felt nothing short of useless. But now.. here... she had purpose.

Then, when she would have least expected it, he began to weep. Sorrow, grief, pain, brokenness — all that sounded from his cries.

Let it out... let it all out... Tears were good. It was the best form of relief. Not drinking, or showing off with anger. Weeping was the best cure he had in this moment. 

The only words to pass her lips were these; soft and genuine. She only wished she could could share her pain.. or better yet, take it away entirely. But, this was not possible.