Two Eyes Cenote one minute of everything at once

the feather! the blood! the stony bodies of the fallen —

would ingram have been a sentimental, feeling sort of man he might've shivered at the ghost of a vision; haunting him.

but he is not spooked by the vision itself, nor necessarily the lives taken in it.

but he is spooked for toula's sake; worried, perhaps, that she would be among them.

wh — he chokes on the word; startled out of his thoughts at the rather specific question that followed the hellcat one. for a wild moment, he almost laughs. but sobers in the next heartbeat. because, well, he couldn't quite say no, could he?

how oddly specific. for a moment, the spell of ma'at appears to be broken. maybe... he hedges with a somberness that relays that he isn't exactly ruling it out. the gods are never quite so ...detailed... in their messages, he does not necessarily mean to tell her that he is a conduit between mortals and divinity; but he does.

and he cannot surely take it back, regardless of how she views him for it.

it wasn't as if he truly cared.

regardless, he continues on a hiss of a breath. her and her people could be in grave danger. that ma'at promised.