Two Eyes Cenote ancient ones

Toula looked to him as he leaned back, rising to shift a little nearer—to place one paw upon his, gentle and soft. a look of understanding passes her features, and she nods slowly. after our honeymoon, she determines, I trust you to see such done. but if they think they shall take the joy of days and nights with you, and only you, from me… she might become a warrior herself to strike them down! 
terrible, perhaps, to let herself be distracted from this sadness—to let herself think of the days of joy and love and laughter she would share with him soon. oh, their guards would come with them of course… and those that would attend them! but they would be allowed their privacy, and Toula would at last learn what it was to be set fully aflame—
her distraction, perhaps, showed. she felt a little flushed, and removed her paw from his only so that she could walk to the cool waters that flowed in these chambers to drink. once the days of mourning ended, she would be crowned—and so soon after that, they married! 
do you think it might be wise to send word, that we are seeking soldiers? it had become the second thought on her mind, behind her husband-to-be and their days together—but she wanted him to know she had heard him, and if he wanted to begin the work sooner she would not stand in the way of it but encourage him, and even help him in the ways that she could. in him she had found her partner.