Two Eyes Cenote silk

Toula nods to the Sesh, having thought of willowbark but not of the poultice, which would certainly help! and as to the next creative idea, Toula found her eyes widening. you are quite brilliant, Sesh, she breathed. she herself remained formal, a lifetime of training having caused her to become this way. first she had to be a good princess, then a great queen, and next she learned how to be a delicate and graceful and winsome wife to lure to the kingdom a man worthy of taking their seat upon the Horus Throne—and now, the straight-backed and strong Pharaoh her father had been, and for a short time her sister. 
she wondered if her own reign already was longer than that of Makono. Toula found she could not count the passing days, and sometimes she still looked to the horizon for her silhouette. here, her pyramid remained unfinished. 
I will place such a thing beneath the furs I wear, so that he might always land on her shoulder without issue to her. I thank you, she said with a smile. and then she asked what was on her mind, to the wolf that had helped to raise them both: what happens if Makono returns to us? no longer Pharaoh, no—but would her sister think that way?