Two Eyes Cenote [m] would you want to feel the way that i do?

GASPS the turn tables

will you give us leave to marry?
inji's hearing went out for a moment. her face twists from shame to shock, jaw falling slack;
will you give us leave to marry?
she could have vomited right then and there. pharaoh's immediate reaction is concern, and she can feel the sweep of seagreen eyes over her form. she thought of zaahira. did inji want this? was she sure?
i was the one who asked him, the girl mumbles, shyly slinking toward khusobek so that her shoulder may brush against his. i-i-- um, i mean, i'd hope? it's the wish of us both?
was he sure? she did not even think that perhaps her hormones may have had an influence in this conversation. even if they did, it did not matter to her.
he wanted to marry her.