Luneshale Pass Night poem

Toula looked to Eset, one ear pricking. her hope was enough, and Toula saw the light. yes, it can, she nodded, it will. it must! Toula would not turn upon her sister, but she saw now how the Gods placed them on Their senet board. 
and then, something fraught between them. perhaps the word. perhaps her own frustration. Toula let loose a long breath, shifting nearer, thinking,
well, I suppose it is not convenient for you either, is it? I am sorry, I have been selfish, she shakes her head. you… I have been blessed, that you have found me. my gratitude, it knows no bounds, truly. your work—it is impeccable. and the love in my heart for you only seems to grow. your support, your presence, your guidance… I do not know how I have lived so long without it, a gentle laugh. she quiets, giving Eset room to extract herself. in recognizing all this then, a thought is then planted. but it is not the time, not now!  
will you tell me what is on your mind? she asks then, voice both soft and apologetic.