Two Eyes Cenote start carvin', darlin'.

The way Nazli tenses and shifts-

She knows. Maybe it is still not enough.

Peeling herself away the hebsut murmurs a quiet apology and shakes her head. She cannot inject herself here, despite her affection for the Erpa-ha and her want to see his happiness. No desire to control an outcome could be moved by all the right words. Some things could not be solved with prayer-

Sometimes all that could be done was to take the fragments of an aching soul and carve them into a wall.