Gilded Bay immulivik ⪤

Kukutux spoke a great deal, and Sakhmet stayed silent through it all.

Pensive and thoughtful. A list of lore had been laid before her, and in it stood plenty of things that she did not fully grasp. One of them was how Kukutux had come to trust her so, to lay bare this part of her soul and history. The once Issumatar was not certain that she could do the same, that she would be so powerful as to say these things aloud and not weep. Crumble, cry.

Kukutux had the strength that Sakhmet wished to hold within herself.

A selfish thought after the woman had just exposed all in these words.

She wondered if it was even more selfish to think that there was reason that she had been told.

And you trust me to tell me these things in full. Voice soft, punctuated only by a slight shiver as the water licked at her breast. She did not say outright what she thought and perhaps that was Sakhmet's biggest flaw of all. Unable to speak a full thought. More inclined to keep things close.

Who do you want as companion, Kukutux?

She tried to form a list of names before selfishly thinking her own would be in there.

Shikoba would be a fine option, she figured.