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the soft sounds of tuna's sweeping reminded senmut that just as soon as they had settled, they would be called away again. not for long, he knew.

studiously he had kept his mind from considering that he might bring the priestess anything else, any gift.

that he might see her again.

the fellahin gained his warm look as he came to stand near, out of her way. "these halls missed your touch, tuna," senmut complimented, glancing down the gloss of the redstone wall.