Two Eyes Cenote start carvin', darlin'.

She knew nothing.

The fury at being seen, that uncertainty, stabbed at a deeper wound in Nazli. She dared not hope for love from someone such as Senmut, and rebelled against the notion instead. It was safer. It was required of her.

Eset moved to flee then, and Nazli felt a stirring of power even within the depths of her embarrassment; this was not how a fellahin was meant to speak to a hebsut.

You're not a fellahin anymore. You are not sesh. You are above those things; reaching for the place that man once stood. It felt like a thought, a heartache, a voice from the gasping sky above.

Her eyes go up. She does not speak again to Eset, and does not care if she stays or goes; for once Nazli feels called by a higher power in her grief.