Two Eyes Cenote A Winged Insect to Your Funeral Pyre

Relief surged through the man, an overwhelming sensation that swept through him like a tide of warmth as the gravity of her decision settled in. It was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of gratitude flow over him, threatening to buckle his knees.

Thankfully, he was already on the floor and spared the embarrassment of collapsing in front of her. With a quiet exhale, he steadied himself, reassured by her words. Yes, she was upset, but she was also willing to listen, to understand. That, he could work with.

I do not believe him to be a threat to anyone other than myself, the man began, his voice steady now that the immediate danger had passed. Locking eyes with the woman, he spoke with a quiet resolve, Herod is a man who prizes appearances above all else, and revels in mind games. He would not show up threatening overt violence, of that I am certain.

He uses his appearance to his advantage—a frail frame, a kind face, his gaze held hers firmly, but in the shadows, where he is unseen and his power is absolute, that is where his malevolence emerges.