Two Eyes Cenote and anything before is nothing

I think it is both, she said with a smile. and while her love was a kind thing, that of her Gods might not always be—it depended, of course, upon the God. 
he has paused; she slows to turn and look at him, and she can see the things that he feels then. no fear—only calm certainty, despite the words being some sort of omen. an ill one, if not heeded. 
Ma’at. Toula would never defy Her. nor would any in this palace, if they knew what was good for them! there is much I must share with you, she says, stepping nearer to him, looking over his features. 
come—we are almost there. I will tell you of Ma’at, and of my future, she continues to walk, now, her steps slow and steady. the Gods spoke him—but who else?