Two Eyes Cenote Sleep over

the very voice of her husband was distracting, in these earliest days! she loved the very cadence of his words, and thrilled at the thought of working with him in this way, too. her husband, their king, her great love, their God. 
she both saw and sensed Legend, but for now, her gaze did not turn to the Mazoi. she was pleased, though, to know she was there. a creature of the shadows, but who Toula adored. it was why her gaze was so intent upon the fellahin before her. 
what manner of creature was this one? 
physically graceful, to be sure—he all but floated on his way down to the earth, his bow a neat, courtiers gesture. he was well-spoken as well, she noted. charismatic as he spun his story for them to see. and she could see it! a masterful idea, Toula thought. that she was a benevolent woman was no mystery, and he played to her heart. a being in need of food, of shelter. of rejuvenation. Muat-Riya could offer that, surely.  
please, stand—the both of you. there is no cause for punishment, Toula first comforted, looking between both the named Rooke and the fellahin, now. her gaze held that of Rooke's now, though. she had not seen anything like him before, with these strange little folded ears! he was a novelty to her, a precious little trinket to perhaps be collected. 
you are welcome here, Rooke. perhaps forever if you wish it, should a night not be enough, she supposes, though she would not force it of him. he was a darling thing, and Toula looked at him with open, albeit entirely innocent, curiosity. she turned back to the fellahin and hums, yes, please—do offer him the comforts of Akashingo, so that if and when he is prepared to go he is well and truly restored. and then, come and seek an audience with us, she determines, offering him a pleased smile. 
she lingers both to hear his answer, and so that her husband might also speak should he have anything else to say.