Two Eyes Cenote sixtieth

He was accommodating as always.
Thank you.

She ate some more, quiet, and shared her space with him contentedly. Nazli did not wonder why Senmut was so gracious with her; why he might be so willing to afford her such help, and freedoms, of which she did not feel deserving.
Only that they were friends despite the rift of gender, of station, of bloodline. She knew she was fortunate to have such a friend, and would work hard for him.

This place, she broached carefully, not looking up from her meal, the cenote. It is very different from the palace. Did the princess choose it? She was curious. Also, avoiding silences that might last too long.