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In no world would she dismiss this woman; not when she is unable to tear herself away from the sight of the gaunt face, her burn-marked flesh and quivering limbs.

She had the look of a Shuyet serf. And now Eset had something the others serfs did not- the power to do something about it.

“Help me,” she solicits of Khusobek and offers an arm to the woman. Together they would ascend the stone steps to the embedded limestone palace.

With aid, the traveller is brought to the cooling cenote embankments. Eset encourages her to take water while she vanishes into the scullery, reappearing moments later with the breast of a duck.

“Eat,” she extends the fowl and retreats a few paces back. “You will be cared for here.”