Luneshale Pass Heavy as the weight in my chest, oh, this seldom dread

A life of beautiful and striking things; yes, it was true, though Reverie had never thought of it as such. Always she remembered first those sleepless nights, those fearful glances over her shoulder, hushed voices and stifled laughter. Still, it was odd to see it now through new eyes, and perhaps that oddity was not the worst thing.
There was a new appreciation in her own gaze as she met Senmut's, filled with wonder as he spoke of singing to Ra. A man who worshiped the sun, then. She felt that he must know, in some way, what it felt like to burn; the way it seemed so much as if that must be what it meant to feel truly alive.
Oh, Reverie breathed, awestruck. Do you think - well, maybe you could teach me the song? If - if you don't mind. And she turned a little shy with those last words, feeling a touch more intimate in the request than it truly was.