Two Eyes Cenote help, I’m alive, my heart

Legend was sweet! she loved her work, and Toula felt immense happiness for this. it was all she could wish for, that one felt passionate for their life and the things they did. I am glad, she answers in turn. 
the question comes as a surprise. prison? what do you mean? she wonders, tilting her head. it had not sounded before as though she had felt that way! Toula looked around them, at the things being placed here—wares for Tavina. where you are now, it is the medical room—not prison, she clarified, but gave a small smile, although perhaps her period of rest advisement might feel that way, given your love for travel, an apologetic look passes over her features as she considers this.