Two Eyes Cenote You can't buy this fineness

the way zaahira spoke of the lake, and of akashingo, held emotion that nazli did not share. she listened patiently as a priest might to a confessor—for isn't that what her job was, now?—and found familiarity in zaahira's devotion to the palace. she was fortunate for being welcoemd as a mazoi rather than a fellahin; fortunate also of her timing, with ramesses and his appetites gone from the land.
it is good to have a purpose, a place for oneself.
she thinks of where she might belong.
i did not fit there, at the lake. it was a mistake to follow khaba there. but she knew better now. now, nazli was careful with who she followed. it was easier to be alone and to put her faith in nwt, in hathor, in horus and ra, than any person. i am glad you found where you belong.