Two Eyes Cenote iii. ḫp ỉb

She bites her tongue, fighting against the better judgment to uphold the etiquette asked of her position. For the length of several strides she conserves her pleasant countenance, but as they veer left out of the ballroom and down a thoroughfare and Eset turns to confront him, full tail flicking at her hocks.

“Are we talking about a bath, Lord Sutekh? Or marriage?”