Two Eyes Cenote rosemary

a shadow forms in the wake of zaahira's plundering.
inji had been organizing stock when the haggard cries began to ring through the halls. instinctively, she heeds the sound with a flare of her nape; and peering into the dark room, she is struck with a sudden feeling that she should not be here.
jodai. she felt intimidated, strangely, by her presence here — they had never really spoken, had they? and now here she was, slumped on the floor, dirtied, draped with magenta and scarlet hues. a knot forms in her throat.
z-- jodai? she murmurs, leaning against the entrance with a bony shoulder. she did not want to get too close. what are you... doing here?