Two Eyes Cenote armarium

Toula was quiet for a long moment after his congratulations, contemplative—but her eyes glittered with gratitude for the words. perhaps a formality, but Germanicus was never one to say the things he did not mean, nor mince words. 
and then she spoke. can I trust you, my old friend? she asked, voice gentle—I have questions and… well, I have known you all of my life. And I have loved you for just as long. you were important to my father, to my sister—I think perhaps more than anyone, she trusted you, her eyes were brighter. can I trust you, as she did?
Germanicus had been a part of her life for as long as she remembered, even if time sometimes kept them apart—their own destinies were threaded together, hers since the beginning of time that she could remember.