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

he did not know.

he could not know.

khusobek wanted to argue, to insist that the gods had the ability to restore such things to her. but the wintertime touch of her voice told him she no longer believed.

and so the mazoi sat back upon his haunches, sliding his paws beneath nazli's elbows until they cupped her wrists; he stared down at them, their thin birdlike nature.

the gods took. the gods gave.

his voice was hoarse when he looked up into her desolate face. "pray to Amun." there were no promises, but only He Who Is the Life Spark would comprehend nazli's loss and how she must be given great treasures in return.

as for khusobek, he found a welter of respect and loyalty for the sesh.