Luneshale Pass just an appendage

An embrace of friends, of sisters, of Queen and of royal guardswoman, of hemet-nekheb and her chosen jodai — the graceful arms of Toula are welcomed wholly and truly, Zaahira's own capturing the small of the godswife's back. Her composure falters, even of only briefly; a thin sheen of tears sweeping her eyes. I missed you, no, no, she mustn't cry; and yet she cannot seem to escape the raw strike of vulnerability. I missed you so much.
She lingers for a beat, the sweet scent of home still heavy upon pale guard hairs. Only when their embrace is broken does Zaahira speak again. We have had little trouble claiming the pass, relief, so much relief to be found in that. and everyone has been well. I have been busy. Many patrols, many talks, some enjoyable, some not.
Pride rings in Toula's voice, and Zaahira thought to mention Rashepses, of how blatantly he had disobeyed the high priest. But the thought of causing upset so soon—
No, no. She would enjoy this; they would enjoy this reunion for now. How are you?