Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

Toula looked to Eset. there was not one lie she detected in her speech, though she searched—and after several minutes, she sighed. they were outside, now—where Toula meant to take her, and Tuna. toward the gardens they drifted, and once there, Toula paused and gestured to the flowers for the woman to observe. 
whoever it is that I marry—I will be sure that they care for you the same. that this will not change for my people, she drew in a steady breath, and nodded. 
but her attention came to the next words of Eset. her eyes sparkled with curiosity. good things…? she asked, daring to be hopeful!