Two Eyes Cenote sixty-fifth

Even so cursory a touch flares like Zaahira’s insistence. Like the warrior in the pass. When he rises, she sets a reflexive step between them.

She nods stiffly, “I will oversee things here. Pharaoh will be safe in your absence, Erpa-ha. My word to you, and the gods.”

She wants to ask more- why he guards himself.

“There is stock in the scullery. Boar, hare. I will prepare it for your travels.”

She does not think he should be traveling alone.