Lion Head Mesa i wanna take the hand inside you

A forbidden look flashes in Inji’s eyes, like teeth at a wound. Eset feels the numbness, drawing from her side a clean bowl to replace one with brackish waters. She can console. She can teach. But she cannot protect the girl. It was the same plaintive awareness of her own mother.

“I’d like that,” she settles her brows, a smile given to talk of both hunting and music. “Not at all, I'd try a little of everything and see what draws you most.” There are many altars, too, which Eset resolves to show her. She may find a shared strength in prayer. “I won't occupy too much of your time, Inji, but you know where to find me.”

She gathers her things to take a step past, halting.

“The one who called for you. Tell me their name.”