Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

Toula listens, listens but wonders at her own interpretation. she does not think to insult Eset with her own perception, but she must let the woman know this:
it is true that fellahin are intended to serve. but there are limits that I trust only you yourselves to know, in the areas that I know nothing of. Akashingo is not a place for the happiness and passion of men alone, Toula understood, now, though, that Eset was aware. she said the words for herself, but she said them like a prayer; this place was meant to mean safety for her people, all of them. her fellahin were wise. 
she smiled then. I do not doubt you. it is only that I wish for you, and Tuna, and Inji—all of my fellahin, truly!—to be happy. still, this had been good to know, to even suppose, if only to know the feelings she had for those she looked over were true. not passion here, no, but love.
have you… heard talk? of any of their own… thoughts? silly, to ask, but she does not want to pry where she should not—in reference to only me, I mean. oh! perhaps it is better to not know, to wonder… Toula giggles then, the noise faint—she felt like a lost little girl, but was comforted by the words of Eset. yes, she could be goddess and girl. this was not something to run from, but understand.