Two Eyes Cenote [m] Tea Party

"Oh, that's good," she pointed her claw at Eset, all furrowed with her brows and strong with her words. "I was gettin' bored. I'm SO bored!" she whined and flopped back to stare at Eset. At the request, there flowered in the pit of her soul something to reach for.
Something she couldn't wait to tear apart.

Then, a cheeky smile pulled its way at her lips. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. "Count on-- me!" The devils eyes, but the devil felt nothing but praise. Then, she flipped upright quickly on her stomach, changing positions throughout the second. Could not look on one direction.

"So--," she stalled, then moped with her lip before it fixed itself. Pages, flipping through her head. "You happy with the arrangements?" That's different for you, isn't it? "Hebsut! Eset!" She tested it on her tongue while trying to dance pride in the words. Didn't work out well. A serf. A fellahin.

Still a serf in cursive letters.
How'd she deal with that, anyways?