Two Eyes Cenote midnight city—

the truth was Toula wanted none of them to go. be it Ashikaga playing her own hand of trickery or a pack of bandits, the danger was clear in the loss of Melody. she wanted no more gone, but she knew Zaahira was no fool to throw herself witlessly at something she could not win—she had proven as much not going to kill Khaba by herself when she very well could have. her self control was something to respect.
there was wisdom even in her counsel. perhaps whoever it was wished for haste—it would be better to prepare, take time. and she saw Rashepses and his wish to go, his wish to aid her. 
but Senmut spoke, and her eyes turned to him. she heard in him great care for Zaahira, and Toula knew he did not intend to make demands of her—only share his own wisdom. it is so because she has earned it, in so many ways. she is my Jodai upon the founding of Muat-Riya, a name the people had sang upon the finding of this place, and she found herself wondering who might have chanted it first. 
and now her gaze turned to her betrothed, to Mazoi, to Jodai and she said I trust each of you to this task. keep your ears open for any whispers of foul play, Toula knew that some rumors were just that, while others might have truth to them—she would not leave any stone unturned or voice unheard! 
she sighed, smiling softly. it could just be that my sister was dissatisfied with my ascending, and needed a breath of fresh air, and though it would be a shame, she would not discount that potential truth. her heart hurt to think of it. but we must let no one or thing steal our joy for what the Gods have willed. all will continue, as planned, or else they might truly meet the wrath of the Gods!