Lion Head Mesa Just need someone to hold me, even though you don't even know me

Melody blushed, though not so much as she had with Eset. Did he know? How could he? She was still naive to many things about life in Akashingo — but she had learned enough to know that she was still afraid of Senmut's gaze on her, still afraid that he would look at her and see her lacking.

There was no lack of ambition in her, or awe, or even belief — but true devotion to Akashingo's gods remained elusive to her, and Melody felt its absence keenly. She did not think herself incapable. It was only that something was missing, something had not yet — happened, or clicked, maybe. She feared that Senmut would not understand, and so she tried to hide it.

But his eyes were on her now, and she felt he surely must see it. He questioned her. Melody, who had never paid much attention to her dreams, struggled for a moment to recall if she had. I did, She said thoughtfully. I dreamed about... water. A lot of water. Here. Flooding the halls, sweeping them all away. Utter nonsense, Melody thought.