Lion Head Mesa time flows quickly

Toula reached out, wrist gently patting the features of her Nebet where water had sprung forth. do not be sorry, for I see your heart answering me, she murmurs faintly, shifting only a fraction nearer, conscious of the girls comfort. I only hope these are not tears of hurt or sadness! come, come—into my arms, if you wish, 
and Toula extends one, hoping to bring the lady into a gentle hug to hold her through the waves of whatever it was that she felt. Racharra had a journey to go upon, and Toula would not let her go without knowing she was already so very loved here!