Two Eyes Cenote Gentle words, harsh faces

The hesbut had often come to recognize humility on the faces of those not born to the pageantry of the desert. It was her role as housekeeper to attune to the comfort level of her guests, one she felt particularly skilled in. Though, like Lord Rodyn, not all were particularly forthcoming, and she drew a sort of satisfaction from reading the needs and desires of all who stepped through the threshold of her palace. It was its own game, in a way.

And she could sense the unease in the ocean man now, so she had the mazoi and fellahin dismissed, allowing Rodyn to carry his own alms where ordinarily she would have insisted upon help.

Inside they are greeted by the cool cavern air and Eset shows the man where to deposit his gifts. Her eyes hold curiously over the strange rocks from the sea that glisten with so many colors- not the deep crimson and blues of the desert, but light and pastel, gentle on the eye. 

“They're so beautiful,” she remarks, unable to find more words than that. She wonders if all stones near the sea are  similarly colored. “Thank you for your generosity, Lord Rodyn, Muat-riya is blessed. You have come so far to join us in the desert, how have you faired on the journey?”