Two Eyes Cenote [ap] Honey, we should run away, someday.

he did not know these things, only that nazli wept until it seemed the salt sea entire had painted her cheeks.

"and what does a priest deserve?" growled the crocodilisk at last, and this time he cupped her wet face against the pad of one hard paw. "a man who could not love you back does not deserve your pain."

khusobek was jealous, was wounded; hatshepsuun had never wept for him, not even when he had worshipped her with his own tears. 

softly he smoothed a last rivulet to invisibility against her lilac chin. "what do you deserve?"