Two Eyes Cenote waiting on some holy favour

cameo!

somehow, tavina had managed to become a mother without so much as the pull of a newborn's demands on her own body. 

it was a mother's agony in attendance for nazli's three days of tribulation. she brought whatever the girl wanted, treats, food, meals of any kind; she set up in the corner of the room and tried to distract the young woman, for a time.

when the pains began in earnest, tavina paced the room with nazli, offering sips of water and a wet cloth for her heated brow. 

it quickly became clear that the labor would be hard. she hated to hear nazli's cries and perhaps even cursed senmut a time or two as she outwardly put on a show of courage and hope for the soon-to--be mother.

she and eset kept their work smooth: bedclothes replaced, fresh water brought, tinctures to ease the muscles and offer some respite to such anguish.

on the third day, when tavina had felt her worry grow horrendously, when she knew this must be the day to end it, to ask nazli what should be done, it was indeed done itself.

a baby girl, at last. tavina pulled the caul from the scarlet head, and looked down seriously at the youngster in search for anything wrong. 

some hours later, after nazli had been bathed and settled in fresh pelts, when she had experienced the first aching pierce of nursing pain, tavina left mother and daughter to sleep and joined eset in the hall.

another daughter. another child. and her mind was suffused with bitter thoughts of nala that the sesh chased away at once. not tonight. 

a weary smile for the hebsut, a squeeze of their obsidian hands together, and then she was moving to the store-rooms, wanting a meal and some time from the beautiful cloying reminder of loss, time to move beyond this sensation and dwell upon her genuine happiness for nazli. but she would return posthaste.