Two Eyes Cenote [m]arrow & spit

if she hadn't intruded, why did she wish she had not come here?
eset moves to depart and the sudden onset of crippling awkwardness presses down with the weight of an avalanche. she had one simple request. could you tell tuna that i said hello, for me?
and that i miss her? and that i feel terribly alone now?
swallowing the shards lodged in her throat, her eyes say to eset we will talk later before she shuffles to flank khusobek. she maintains the graceful smile, the facade of obliviousness. nothing is wrong. she is not stupid.
it's been a while, hasn't it, handsome?