calling

so you weren't happy. there's a hiss to racharra's words. unsure if she'd been lied to or not, the nebet couldn't help but furrow her brow. you could've just said so..
but i understand. she didn't. not really, but she doesn't know what eset sees.

for a moment, she dwells. she sits on the offer. racharra loves eset, but she loves toula too. my own duties belong to the red palace. besides.. her voice dwindles until it is a whisper.
i'd like to be there if my sister or mother are to return.